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

little Things

Wreaths hanging around Offering welcome and warmth Safety from the cold

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

100 word challenge

Her balcony. Solitude. Soundless snowflakes. She leans forward, and her tongue peeks out to taste the loose snow. The feel of snow melting to water quenches a thirst. For what? Childhood? Simplicity? Freedom? Her unhappiness persists without reason. It’s always been part of her. It adds depth to the show she puts on for others.

The Cookbook

I am updating a family cookbook for an upcoming family reunion.  This isn’t writing, per se.  More like copying old recipes my mother had written down and given to us years ago.  We have added about 80 family members since then so I felt like we needed to add new family recipes to the ones