“In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.
Tag: <span>women</span>
I read today’s word prompt and all I could think of was “my” song -our song. Whatever I would write about, couldn’t possibly be as good as the song lyrics to “True Companion.” So, I decided to post this song with its lyrics. And, if you are lucky as I am, and you are loved by a wonderful partner, who you love more than the sprinkles on the ice cream, then, you will understand.
I am a woman and I should be very excited, but I feel so conflicted.
I was hoping it would be Bernie Sanders. Now I am more scared than ever that Mr. Trump -if he indeed will be the Republican nominee- will become the next President of the United States of America.
A Litany for Survival
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
The Ladies’ man
All eyes turned to look when he came into the room
They were rewarded with a smile that made them feel special
His hungry eyes searched the room, taking in everything
We all knew there was no loyalty present in his heart
Without any further instruction here is my friend Tony Single at his best. As for me, I will walk around bouncelicious all day long and hope everything will stay in…
I am nice, try to be always
but it is so hard lately
they are testing me left and right
We watched Bruce Jenner’s interview with Diane Sawyer and like so many, I felt sympathy. I can’t imagine how it must be, to feel lost in your own body. Wanting to be a different gender is beyond my capability of understanding.
I am happily married to 98% of the time. I love my husband dearly, he is my best friend and the nail to my coffin :-). However, there are days, when I want to whack him the frying pan and I assume he feels the same way. There are days, when we seem to talk two different languages. It took me 30+ years of marriage, but I finally found the answer:
I think I found my style when I was in my mid 30’s. That was the age, when I was finally comfortable with myself and confident enough to think outside the box.
I don’t let magazines or trends dictate what I wear, or what I have to like. I was just joking around “is not having a style a style?” Now, in my 50’s, I am the most confident I have ever been.