Super thoughtful (and clever) friend left this in my mailbox. Gave me laughter through tears. @heather_andignac
Bathroom at work. See that hook? Been here 2.5 years. Nothing has ever hung on it. Drives me nuts. Thinking about bringing something in. Maybe a large portrait of myself. Suggestions?
Eastertide We wake, search in Holly Hobby nightgowns. Daddy says, “I’m gonna bite his head right off.” Chocolate bunnies are hollow. Real chicks, pink, purple, green. “Your sister is allergic to rabbits.” Green plastic grass sticks to feet As the dog sits in pastel tinfoil pieces. Azalea, Forsythia, Dogwood Lenten Rose and Daffodils. “Jonquils,” Mama says. Yellow Easter dresses, white… Read more →
Self-portrait: "That Way Madness Lies" – Blogged at http://www.dogwoodgirl.net/that-way-madness-lies/
No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out? Pour on; I will endure. – William Shakespeare Hello, My name is Anne. If you asked me who I was a year ago, I would have said, Granddaughter, Daughter, Sister, Cousin, Mother, Friend. I would have said that I am sure of myself, of my place in… Read more →
One of the good things about therapy is that I am forced to speak my thoughts and feelings. They are no longer floating around in my head like ghosts that materialize when I open a closet door in my mind. So many doors. Left unsaid, I just slam the door shut on the ghosts, and they are stuck inside, while I rest my weight on the door,… Read more →