I’m sure Billie had a last name, but everyone in the neighborhood called him Blue-eyed Billie. We met on a lazy summer day as he rode his bicycle in front of my new home in the city. I stood up on the porch, hoping for enough air to move the windchimes… and he rolled by, … Continue reading
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Never kill your husband (irl)
X texted me a few minutes ago: r u asleep? Out of the blue, as is his way from time-to-time. He needs nothing but a connection, probably. I chose not to respond. Now that K is over 18, I don’t force a relationship between them. He’s her father. I will always show him a certain … Continue reading
Mango
Some people drift in and out of your life, bringing joy or sorrow but seemingly without purpose. Others seem to arrive with a mission. Reflecting on your time with them makes you want to believe in fate… in a higher power… because their arrival seems more than serendipitous. One such visitor in my life was … Continue reading
Why a rainbow rose?
It’s rather likely that those who know me well are puzzled by my rainbow rose gravatar image. It’s a bit “cutesy” for wawbat. Rainbow colors? They likely get that significance, but a rose? You see, wawbat never has been a rose-sorta-girl. I’m more wildflowers, or no flowers, lol. It makes me sad to think of … Continue reading
WordPress Therapy
The last time I spoke to T on the phone, she said I sounded giddy. I did. I was. She’s known me for awhile and her opinion matters to me. She understands the need to be accepted and understood… to find a place where you can be yourself. You are inspiring to me, T, an … Continue reading