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The Shadow Girl



I have never given much thought to shadows, they are just there…but not quite. Something we can see but not touch. They breath, yet not.

I wake and think of you…each night I think of you, and on it goes.

My days are full, I do what I do, I have a good life, I am just missing part of it.

I think about your wacky sense of humor, and I miss it.

You are one of the bravest women I know, your sense of adventure is inspiring.  I find myself thinking of when I was young, I can’t even imagine myself at that age going to the places you’ve been.                                                                      SAM21e

Sometimes I put my face to the wind, close my eyes, breathing in the scent of the air and imagine you are doing the same.

I will never let go…not as long as I have breath in my body.

My wish for you is the gift of time; the understanding and wisdom that comes with it, the peace and love that floods your life.

This is my life, as the mother of an estranged daughter.




Daily Prompt: Might As Well Jump And Be Happy


What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? What would have to happen to make you comfortable taking it?

There are risks I should be taking and then there are the ones I’d like to take, they seem the most fun, so I’m happy to follow the rules today. :0)

Life is way too serious for many of us, looking at the big picture can give the best of us a headache, and make us wish we would take more time to ponder the small, less valuable moments in life.

For days now I have been thinking about eating an entire tub of ice-cream. Sitting down with a good movie, eating the cold, tasty delight right out of the tub.


The only reason I haven’t done it is because if I do,I will get brain freeze of monumental proportion and all the sugar will make me feel like passing out, and then of course when I wake up I’ll feel incredibly guilty about doing it…and that would spoil the experience.

Ah, to be human, what a pain in the ass some days.



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About A Friendship


For My Friend Shirley

I have never been the type of person to use the word friend to the extreme. We’ve all known people like that; they invite you over for a small party, saying, ” We’re only inviting a few friends, come on, it’ll be fun.”  When we get there the room is full to capacity, and there are about fifty swaggering people wandering around. Friends…really? I guess some people like that but it’s just not my style. All of this is going somewhere, so be patient, :0), there is always purpose to my writing.

Today when I was running errands I ran into one of my dearest friends. Years ago when  I started working at the store, we met by chance and just seemed to meld together. She would always take the time to say hi each time she shopped, and I would always break the rules and yak a little too long.

Over the years she has listened to when I’m happy and given me a shoulder to lean on when I’m upset. Above all she has always been there for me, and each time we run into each other it’s like no time has passed at all. We laugh and hug, and take time to catch up on each others life, whatever direction it may have taken. She tells me she is proud of me for finally quitting, and is amazed at what a talented person I am.

I love her to bits, this friend of mine. We don’t see much of each other these days. I quite working at the store, and Shirley just doesn’t feel the need to shop as much. On the days when I see her, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, like the clouds have parted and the sun is shinning through just for me. I asked her today how old she is, and with a smile she said, “I’m seventy-eight”, my mouth dropped open in surprise. “Holly shit” I replied, We laughed. She honestly doesn’t look a day over seventy, as I told her so.

We talked and laughed, said goodbye, then started talking and laughing all over again.

Those of you reading this may not know her, but my wish for you, is to have someone in your life who makes you feel like this. I ran across this video, and it just spoke to me. It’s not necessarily about friendship, but it’s about older women and how unique they are, no matter where in the world they may be.

Daily Prompt: Whoa!


What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

Wow, I really have to pick just one? For anyone who has read my about page, you’ll know that I am a keen believer in reincarnation.

Many years ago I met a woman in the store I used to work in. She was shopping down the aisle where we merchandise glass vases, things like that. As I walked by she looked up, our eyes met, and we began to chat. I had never seen, or met her before, yet it was as if she was my long-lost friend, sister, or…. amazing really.

A few times a year we still bump into each other, and when we do, it’s like we have seen each other only yesterday. We seem to pick up where we left off, like no time has lapsed. It’s very weird. On our last meeting, late last summer I think, we stood in the store and talked for almost an hour, marveling at how surreal it is that we have this connection. 

We hug and laugh, and talk about the day we met, and about the glass flower she bought. I keep telling her how ugly it is,  :0) , and she tells me she will always keep it, because it reminds her of the day we met. She touches my very soul, and I hers, yet we have never been to each others home. It’s very strange, this connection we have, a wonderful one neither of us would  want to lose.

There are different kinds of friendship, it has taken me many years to fully understand this. Both of us value these chance meetings we have; we hug, look into each others eyes, and know that things are right.