long tired days punctuated with pills and I wonder why they say life begins at forty for since I fell from one decade to the other my body has rebelled wild and crazy hormones gammy leg and back and I am tired oh so very tired and if it wasn’t for you I wonder where…… Continue reading tired

Childhood Days

days of endless summer freedom of the fields hiding in the tall grass until the farmer made hay days of scrambling out of bed as soon as we woke “I’m going out to play!” yelled out, assuming someone heard in my memory it never rained and no one fell or cried just sunshine, playtime imaginations…… Continue reading Childhood Days