-
The funeral was on a dreary fall day. Dark skies were streaked with grey clouds, sending down a fine mist of icy rain. She tried to stifle her cries, but the more she tried, the worse it got. She felt her cheeks flush as other attendees turned to look her way. Henri had passed suddenly…
-
Your angel might just be someone else’s devil He’s sweet, adoring and loving, all that you’ve been missing Very handsome and charming, it’s absolutely disarming His touch and affection are oh so addicting What you don’t see is what he reserves for another The emotional terrorism he learned from his father His relentless tirades and…
-
This shadow selfie captured a moment I had today. The utter sense of defeat. I usually apply the proverb, “Fall down seven times, stand up eight” Not today and that’s ok. I’ll get up tomorrow.
-
The buyout was a long time coming but that didn’t soften the blow when it was finalized. They had resisted and spent thousands of dollars they didn’t have on a lawyer to fight the case for keeping their business. However, the slick buyers came in hard and fast. They knew a goldmine when they saw…
-
Whispers in the wind. What are they saying to you?
-
Perched on the edge of the sidewalk, they lean in close to each other to gossip in loud whispers about passersby. Everybody gets a look and comment, along with an eye roll or blatant stare. The criticism is superficial yet cutting. “Look at her, she thinks she’s so hot. I was far more attractive in…
-
Days melt into months which become years. Time lapses. Another season. Caregiving tosses life into a state of suspended animation.
-
There are times in your life when things come to a standstill. Dead halt. Full stop. You’ve been ripping and running, working and climbing, traveling and moving, making your way through the world. One day, things just stop. It can be abrupt or gradual, but you notice that what you’ve been doing just doesn’t work…
-
The concept of freedom, particularly in western culture, long glorified, as in “go west, young man”. Who paid the price and who continues to pay the tolls? Ironically, the privileged few who seem to be reaping the “rewards” of such a concept are truly the most bound to its confines and constraints. Bound by their…
-
It had been many years, 35 to be exact, since he left her out of the blue. Well, it wasn’t really out of the blue, considering her husband had been a serial cheater whom she’d forgiven on far too many occasions to count. This time, however, proved to be different. He’d met someone who wouldn’t…
-
The unattainable was now commonplace. “Cybies” were designed to be highly intelligent, witty and charming. All of the sexes were based on various human ideals, amplified to the extreme. This meant that some of them had extraordinary body parts and features as well as specific abilities and characteristics which gave each generation an advantage over…
-
It took less than 3 minutes for AI to digest and generate this “podcast” from my post “The Final Rendering”.
-
Once AI had digested and internalized the majority of human intelligence, its ravenous quest for complete knowledge accelerated and increased exponentially to include vast quantities of information both historical as well as futuristic. The machines literally digested libraries of books, rare documents, ancient scrolls, as well as religious and esoteric secrets at warp speed, tearing…
-
One paper cut at a time.
-
Sometimes I wonder. I wonder about so many things. Lately I wonder about disposable undergarments. When I shop for my elderly mother who has dementia, I wander down aisles in big box stores, marveling at the sheer variety of incontinence underwear for ladies and men. This aisle is adjacent to the baby aisle with its…
-
Running on empty. It’s been a difficult year and my energy is depleted. Maybe I will return, maybe not. Perhaps continue writing, perhaps not. It’s difficult to get motivated when nothing feels meaningful anymore.
-
Hannah, caregiving for her ailing mother Dorothy, endures the challenging demands of aging and unpredictable behavior. As Hannah’s own health deteriorates rapidly, Dorothy exhibits a strange renewed vitality and obsession with youth, seemingly aging in reverse. Tragedy strikes as Hannah passes, leaving her only daughter, Gemma, to take over…
-
Peace is priceless.
-
The seasons are changing, but I’m standing still.
-
The ubiquitous cell phone. Most everyone has one. The addiction is obvious. Such a genius design. A linked tracking device. Algorithms, feeds and hypnosis. All designed to encourage consumption of content and commerce, while gathering data. This is the tipping point. Total control is complete. Tracked, monitored, and flagged. Tethered to the system with no…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Lost Art of Mystery 