Pre-Mortum

Mistyping the tense of a mother requires speedy correction, but cannot move quicker than the mind's eye.

I Just Want To Hug Her

Going through old notebooks is like plunging face-first into the mind of a girl going through an amazing array of life changing experiences but is not aware of the long reaching affect they will have on her.

Time Flies When You're...

My breath catches in my throat as the words fight to be spoken, "One week until I leave the city of my birth," and I cannot seem to make myself believe that it is true.

Disjointed Thoughts In The Brambles And Ivy

My thoughts as of late are a tangled mass of verbs and nouns and I search for the tail so that I may find the center.

The Very Word "Diction" Confuses Them

Esoteric is among the list of words that I love but feel odd using due to the vocabulary level of the general public.

Sadly My "Wonderful Diction" Is Not Enough To Fix This Situation

It is very painful to have someone tell you that your parents should be very proud of you when you know very well that is not the case.

Know What I Mean, Vern?

Sometimes words fail to adequately and accurately express how I feel and, lest I become inconsolably frustrated, I must simply resign myself and my thoughts to their respective fates.

Woment Typically Just Bob Their Heads

Having my musical selection praised by customers lifts my spirits but I do find it interesting that it is almost always older men who do the commenting.

Magical Psychic Foreigners

Listening to small children speaking a foreign language makes me happy.

Words On Skin

I've always wanted someone to write poetry on my body with a quill.

Goddess Of Marshmallows

Weather like this makes me want to curl up in a nice mug of hot chocolate with a great book, using a marshmallow as a pillow with my hair flowing over the it and along the outside of the mug.

Little Sponges

It is amazing how easily children learn how to speak, it seems like it would be much more difficult than it is.

He Who Should Not Be A Manager

Anyone who uses the word 'snafu' needs to be slapped in the face.

It Happens More Than You'd Think

Sometimes I check my own blog in the morning to make sure that I haven't posted in my sleep.

Dream A Sweet Dream For Me

I found my glass pen today while cleaning and I suddenly wished for beautiful words to commit to paper while sitting under a shady tree with a cat curled up at my feet.

I'm Not Really That Unknowing

Sometimes I pretend not to know about something that I do, in fact, know about in order to have an opportunity to listen to someone speak.

I Need To Work On That

Upon imagining my mother's funeral and being asked to speak, my reaction is always the same, "I don't really have anything to say".

It's The Rarity That Makes Them So Precious

Kind words, freely given and with no underlying intention, are often the most piercing and far reaching of them all.

Why Is that?

Sometimes the words of others can more accurately describe one's feelings than one's own words.

For Where Have They Gone?

The fear of misplaced thoughts is the driving force behind my fervent obsession with writing.