I’m going to Hell in a handbasket.

I grew up with religion. My Great-Grandmother who raised me was Southern Baptist just like her family before her, deep in the Hollows of Tennessee. Before that we were something else, something that moved down through the bloodline and made us question everything. Even though we had a strong sense of God, there was also a knowing that there was and is something more. Somewhere in the late 70’s and… Read More »I’m going to Hell in a handbasket.

Going back in time.

Ever hear a voice that reminded you of someone special, someone from your past that always held special meaning and paused just for a moment to linger in that thought? Ever see something that pulled you right into a playback of your life somewhere old and almost forgotten? Had time changed how you felt about them? Or did you blink it away and keep moving? I tend to be a dreamer,… Read More »Going back in time.

You won’t win

You couldn’t just let me have that perfect day.  You had to creep in and screw it up.  You sat there whispering in my ear and wouldn’t let me just enjoy the cool breeze. I hate you… I always have.  I’ve never ever liked you, and yet there you are every time I think I have gotten away. You are a monster, you know that?  You have ruined some of… Read More »You won’t win