A Little Stone Pebble I never say bad words. You will never hear me curse. I never have. It’s just not who I am and not how my mama raised me. A bad word doesn’t feel right rolling off my tongue. It’s like a little stone pebble in an otherwise fine bowl of soup – …
Uninvited Guest
No cure in sight April was Parkinson’s Disease Awareness Month. Another year has passed and no cure in sight. While life was happening, this invisible, uninvited guest moved in and now he won’t leave. Sometimes I call him “Mr. Parky.” He resides on the right side of my body. He is such a nuisance. I …
No, I’m Not Drunk
Not Drunk No, I am not drunk. But I just look and act like I am. I never acquired the taste for alcohol. I always saw a person who couldn’t control the amount of alcohol they ingested as weak, and I’ve always had a need to be in control. My choice of drink is Mexican …