I am fighting negativity with my mom all the time by muttering "little bitch" under my breath as she rebels against what I tell her to do. She tries to apologize but there really isn't anything to be sorry about.
She is in a pickle. She has to use a walker all the time and is in danger of falling. The pain in her back and knees is severe and her energy level is low for many, many reasons. If I were her I would…Continue
Walking through the crowds at this old car show in El Cajon, California has been so good for me after hours spent in the rehab center with my Mom. I love the old music and the colors. There is a group of models posing with the cars every week and I got a few shots of them today.Continue
Added by Zanelle on May 15, 2013 at 9:00pm — No Comments
While Ariel Castro is being arraigned for kidnapping and rape I am pondering the phenomena of Sado Masochistic Sex. I know a little bit about it. The Marque De Sade wrote crazy ramblings praising the forbidden passion from his prison cell. It might be the dark side of love. The opposite of Josh Groban singing about the magic of love. I want to believe in love but the existence of it's other cousins has to be examined.…Continue
So much to talk about
Laughing out loud
Oh, to be…Continue
Life has a way of disintegrating
Time fuzzes and dissolves
Leaving us restless and floating.…Continue
Finally asleep after an unnerving conflict over the use of my bedside light with an enormous moth, I was startled awake by another phone call from mom in rehab.
"What time is it?" she asked. "Where is everyone?" Disoriented. We all seemed disoriented. The moth beating its big wings against the lampshade, me in another bed for the night, mom in her hospital bed for the third week. "Where are we?" was…Continue