“Wait…don’t go.” It is barely a whisper. I’m just outside the room, my hand on the door knob pulling it closed, but I freeze. Silence. I’m suddenly unsure whether I heard anything at all. “Mommy?” “Just one more hug?” I’ve been listening to these last-minute bedtime requests for so many years I can’t remember at what… Read More The Heartbreaking Last Wish That’s Impossible To Ignore
She was only eight, but even then she longed for adventure. Faraway lands and impossible ideas of worlds undiscovered called to her on a daily basis. She yearned to fly among the birds and burrow with forest creatures in the deep brush of magical woods. She wasn’t unhappy with her current residence, simply wanted… Read More When Words Are Not Enough
When I get old, I hope to listen to the steady creak of the rocking chair beside me and know that you are still by my side on our front porch. I hope to look over and not only see the aged man you’ve become whose every wrinkle reflects my own, but also relive the stories… Read More When I Get Old, I Hope To Look Back On My Life And…
Sometimes what I really want to scream out loud is… Click through my slide show for my spin on this week’s Finish The Sentence Friday! Enjoy the final set of sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens.
