Dodoitsu Day 7

What lies behind that sparkle? Childhood trauma still with you? Secrets locked inside your tears? I beg you; please stay https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2021/04/day-7-japanese-dodoitsu-poem-for-30.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR0lbOiyx-BmMkWgOWsoMZ9b1x8yzJF0-xyBQND7Lhl2EOnBU9pfxHfhj1w&m=1

Misunderstood

I misunderstood addiction. I thought I was an expert. Food, money, sex. Unfortunately, addiction understands and humbles me. Generally, I don’t take pain pills because I have a high pain tolerance—just Tylenol and Advil. Post knee replacement four years ago (before the opioid epidemic was a thing), I was given 150 hydrocodone tablets to take

Moving forward

This post will be short and sweet. I am a self flagellator. Generally. I allowed some physical and emotional trials to get in the way of my words. Instead of using them to move past the experiences, I didn’t want to feel. I started fresh. I am writing. I discovered I do have a tribe.

Why Can’t We Take a Moment?

I haven’t felt the pain of losing a child, but I have seen the pain of losing a child. Written on the faces of my family, and friends…and now a nation…repeatedly. When I read the headline ‘school shooting’ I already know what I will see when I open any social media app. The left sucks.

Not Where I Thought I’d Be

I’m walking the halls of a middle school headed into the Media Center (what used to be called the Library) where I work. As I open the door I’m surrounded by books. Thousands of them. Written by writers I admire, and some that I don’t. I can’t help but think about the millions of words