#aging

But your words are carved in my memory It’s not as if I had a choice My friend from the past century I never heard your voice … Poems for the hearts of your lost ones A craft to hide away the tears Who did you become this lifetime The summation of these passed years…

Chipped and faded paint -Two shades of taupe Do our echoes interlope? Family of four -This was no tenement Children’s names in dried cement Fossils left in the grey -A handprint and a shoe Memories of mine and others of you Mountain view included -Aspirations: beautifully simple After demolition ...

I was a wreck on the day of my audition. It took me nearly four hours to get ready because I kept needing to hop in a warm tub bc my feet were as cold as ice. Martin (the acting coach) was very sweet and patient. Our initial meeting at 11:30am turned to 1pm then…

Today I read something scary - that people who have diabetes amputations - toes, feet, legs - 50% die within 2 years. My husband is going to have to have at least 1 or 2 toes amputated soon. He has been in severe pain, had surgery to place a stent in his artery and hopefully…

Today I am thirty two. It feels like just yesterday I was freaking out about turning 30. How funny it is that we don’t think about age at all when we are young. Time seemed like it would go on forever, as if there was plenty of it to get everything done. I focused more…