My father actually died at ninety-five. He was iNNn top notch shape.For example he only had two teeth filled in his lifetime and his facilities were as sharp as ever. He went to the rest home at ninety four because he had begun to fall. Sadly, some of this was social alcoholism

One of the things I did for him was to inform the staff, he would need to detox.

A wiry man, he was also well known f...

I’m anger and I wear black. I do Nathalie’s bitching, nagging, harping, letting people have a load full

I’m her Sadness. I cry more than you bitch.

I’m her tears. She feels better when she releases me. She has a lot to be sad over.

Wait! I’m her anxiety I’ve been around the longest. When Nathalie got multiple sclerosis she wore me out. She needs me but tires because she’s ridiculously sensi...

Ten years ago I began life over; the Witness Protection Program in charge of my present destiny...

I was stalked by a boy that I met through a dating service. We made a date and then another date. However I found him unpredictable and oddly scary.I turned him down for a forth date. As predicted, this angered him, but I thought he’d simply sulk then move on. To summarize this aspect of my life,...

I was laying in the grass

Looking up at the stars

When suddenly I saw Mars

and little men looking for water

Which they found and siphoned

from the air but despair not

For though the land was dry

The men were so small

They hardly drank at all

They were taken

With the women

beautiful and tall

The pool surrounding

Them sparking

And full of water

So fascinated was I

That now I am l...

Early autumn had arrived and Izzy was in her garden picking tomatoes and dreaming of romance. Normally, Izzy had to stay inside because of an illness that didn’t welcome the heat, which was no longer a problem now that summer was over.

The illness Izzy battled was multiple sclerosis which had drained her self esteem Her old friends had abandoned her because of her inability to go places. Izzy a...

I was busy picking weeds in a small garden that I had begun at the start of summer. Picking tomatoes and cucumbers in the sun felt wonderful. Unfortunately I seldom get out because of having multiple sclerosis and heat intolerance but today nothing was going to keep me inside where I spend the days writing stories.

Doing something productive was not only good for me, but it also gave me a specia...

The motivation for my story is to empower girls who feel hopeless the face of love to kesuch as Selma. a college student, whspending her final summer at home and finds she can’t shut out the endless arguments between her backwards folks Affiyionally Selmawrestling with the crazy things they with their backward thinking and lifestyle.

The main issue is that Selma has no idea how to show af...

Dear Diary,

I know this wiil be my last day. I can”t say how I know this. It has to do with my intuition and serendipitous nature.

What i write will surprise those who read this page in my diary. Please know that I’m ready to depart. I can’t tell you where i am going., but a dream prepared me. Years ago I was asleep when I received a visit from my Aunt Hazel, who died from myasthenia gravis...

The Christmas my mother died, friends of my father who lived beside Carbondale, Colorado and were very wealthy ranchers , invited Dad and my sister and myself out to ski in Aspen.

I dreaded going I was 16 and wanted to be away from people in order to grieve Mom’s death—a suicide. Beside myself. I was the child closest to Mom . I pleaded not go to go but my dad said that going would be the best...

Alone on the beach

In the pouring rain

tears dripping off my

Cheeks

I think of us last night

alone on the beach

making love

beneath the stars

Our naked bodies

pressed tight together

Today the stars

are cold and dark,

the magic dead

My heart stolen

when you walked away

leaving me alone...