Some of my work is not appropriate for kids.
Here are poems and stories that are more adult.
I wrote this after my Mom died. It was expected. What surprised me was how sad I was for so long. I didn’t think.
In the past year, my dear sister Becky died. I learned that even if I really, really want some, I don’t always get it. I’m still sad when I think of her sometimes, but I’m working on being glad…glad we got to travel the road together. Glad to share some time and idea. I wouldn’t want her to be sad, to pull her into my unhappy. If she was unhappy, I would try to cheer her up. So, that’s what I’m doing. I feel the sad at my base chakra and I cut it open (figuratively) and scoop out the sad and let it loose. Then I sew up the hole with a happy thought. It only takes a few minutes and it reinforces how happy I am that Becky and I got to have the love and time together and how grateful I am.