Portraits of Love

Every day. Four eyes hit me with judgment and love. Dark lashes fan the flecks of green and yellow floating in a sea of amber. Love. Striking out of a pool of black. Forgiveness. But, as they grow I forget that they were always doing this. Waves of black and brown frame her face insteadContinue reading “Portraits of Love”

Teen Advice in Snippets, Weekly Writing Challenge

Writer’s Challenge Note:  I ran out of time for editing too much, but I did what I could in bold. I’ve been an editor for too many years so I know the value of it; however, here in WordPress World I found myself so much more at ease with writing, so much more confident andContinue reading “Teen Advice in Snippets, Weekly Writing Challenge”

See You In the Next Life Joan Rivers

Seeing her face plastered all over the news brought me right back here. I wrote about my sister, Jill Michele Melean, who’s also a comedian and actress like Joan Rivers. When they met, it was magnetic. My sister never forgot her time with Joan because it was genuine. Experiencing authenticity in Los Angeles tends toContinue reading “See You In the Next Life Joan Rivers”

Calling Alzheimer’s

Expecting to dial your grandmother and for her to pick up the phone leaves you hanging on to nothing. Loving someone with Alzheimer’s disease is like dropping a container of tacks on the ground and trying to pick them up quickly. It just doesn’t work like that. You move slowly and it hurts. The tips ofContinue reading “Calling Alzheimer’s”

DP Challenge, Snapshots: Spears for Eyes

Her eyes bit into hers and, what a shame, since love often resided there. Brown spears sprung from a deep darkness pooled into circular rounds, cushioned only by a sense of humanity. To blink would’ve meant she’d lose her stance, her power. A black ring outlined the severity of her response to her mother whoContinue reading “DP Challenge, Snapshots: Spears for Eyes”

I Remember My Dream

Digging graves, unconsciously, just digging. Scaring everyone. Dreams…well…they change. They morph into something scientific, to be dissected or picked apart. Between disillusionment and the idea that you needed to be more than what you should be or than what you really wanted. You don’t really dig graves. You dream, like every single one of us.Continue reading “I Remember My Dream”