When we’re older, and hopefully not too grey, I hope we find each other again.

I’d like to sit down, by your side, and share the stories of our lives.

I want to relearn all there is to know about you and share some laughs, too.

I’d like to hear about your kids, your folks, your grandkids too?

We’d share our travels, our likes, our dislikes…

funny stories, sad times, and even a few of those mad times, too.

Maybe there’d be more; maybe there wouldn’t.

But it’s okay, I’d still like to catch up all the same.

I wouldn’t mind watching the sun set on our lives,

And know we got to share just a little more time together.


Active Shooter

Another active shooter situation.

I can’t help but wonder, were there any signs? What drives someone to such levels of violence? Anger, desperation, depression? These alone cannot explain the ramping up of frequency of these events. There has to be something more, doesn’t there?

Is there really a ramp up, or an increased focus on reporting every work place, public areas, and school shooting in every location country and even world wide? I don’t know the answer.

Now, employers set up and employees have to go through Active Shooter training, so we can save our own lives, and perhaps others, as if these situations are now common place. No wonder so many people are scared and frightened these days.

We detach from others so they may not end up a victim by someone they know. Maybe this is the wrong approach, but I don’t know.

Some ramp up owning guns “for self defense” while others refuse to have guns in their home. I’m not sure if either option is a viable answer.

All of this just makes me sad and wonder…will it ever get better? Will we ever find real answers? I just don’t know.


Sappy Love Movies

Runaway Bride plays in the background. It’s one of my favorites, it makes me laugh. Grammy just shared the story of being scared of the one-eyed snake.

We know how it’s going to end, before it even starts, but the twists and turns are what makes it compelling to watch.

Why is it that some people together just click? You know it’s going to be Julia and Richard in the end.

How do writers, producers, directors, and actors find the way to cut to the heart of the matter, and make us feel complex emotions from happiness and love, to heartache and pain?

Maybe it’s just my own state of mind… But I hope I can find a way to write this way one day.


Why I Waited…

This one is for all the girls out there who stand in front of the mirror wondering if anyone will love them. The ones who think they have to give their bodies away just to be loved. The ones who treasure themselves, but also long to have someone by their side.

I was a nerdy, dorky, glass-wearing, chubby girl…not much has changed! Boys in high school didn’t ask me out often. I didn’t have a rocking figure, a beautiful head of hair, bubbly personality, or any of the things boys seemed to find attractive during my teenage years. That didn’t mean I didn’t have an opportunity to give it away, or to have sex, though.

There were always those boys who would take you out once and expect something in return, the ones who looked at you as if they did you a favor asking you out and now it was your turn. Not all boys, but those guys are out there. Ladies, don’t fall for it! You owe them nothing!

However, I did date a little, and I chose to wait for sex until I was an adult. Maybe it was an easier decision because I wasn’t popular. My first boyfriend didn’t understand, and after a few months, he decided to take a “sure bet” to prom…one of his friend’s words to me, not my own. It made me mad as well as sad; I really liked him and wanted to go to prom together.

So, why did I wait? It wasn’t something like my parents expected it or for religious reasons. It was a lot more practical.

I worked at a store when one of my close friends from middle school came in with her mom and a baby in tow. I thought it was her baby brother. He was about 18 months at the time. I was surprised when she looked me straight in the eye and said he was hers. No judgement from me, but I could tell she was tired and struggling with the whole Mom role at 16. My heart broke for her; her teenage years of discovery and freedom cut short to become a parent at only the age of 14.

That was the day I decided to wait…to wait for the person I could see having a future with. I only ever wanted one love…maybe that was a little naïve to think, even then. However, in the end that wasn’t to be the case …so often it isn’t these days. But, waiting was one of the few things I believe I did right during my tender young age.

By the time I graduated high school, two more of my friends would face the same fate of being teenage moms, going to either an alternative school or dropping out and getting their GEDs. Bright, smart, intelligent girls, trapped into parenthood before they were 18. Both of them are doing great with children fully grown now, but they lived a difficult road starting their families so soon. I lost contact with my friend from middle school, so I don’t know how things turned out for her.

The question I asked myself when I was tempted back then was, “Could I handle being a parent?” and “Do I want this person in my life for 18+ years, should that happen?”

This is only a reflection on my experience to pass on to any girl, or guy, who is wavering on that fence. This is in no way condemnation of anyone who decides to embark on sexual relationships in their teens. I see my friends kids navigating through this territory now. My friends have prepared them as well as possible. This is advice I’d give any of my nieces and nephews kids when they get older: Be smart, use protection, and protect your heart. If you aren’t sure, step back and wait.


Post Pandemic in Sight: Introverts Need Friendships Too

As the vaccination for the pandemic makes its way to every adult arm, I look back over the past 14 months. We still have a few months to go, but we’ve all gone through a tidal wave of emotions and a slew of ever changing guidelines. But, I think to the emotional toll most.

I recall seeing stories from extroverted friends who indicated they were suffering from the isolation. No doubt, this was very real for them. But for us introverts, it actually wasn’t easier! Sure, we craft, read, write, watch TV and the like. But, trust me, we miss socializing, too! Childless introverts even more so from my point of view. This is what prompts me to write this.

See, I’ve missed my friends. I’ve missed my co-workers. I’ve missed conversations with people other than my husband and mother. Now, sure, I’ve picked up the phone now and then, sent cards, and I have zoom meetings with co-workers as well as instant messaging, emails, etc. But, there is just something about connecting one-on-one in real life with people which introverts need just as much as extroverts.

So as the world opens up, and when the masks come off, please don’t forget your introverted friends, the ones you only heard from once in a while throughout this ordeal. They still need you…probably more than you realize.