Happiness. It's relative.
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
Sometimes the blankets are warm from having been slept on just minutes before. This happens when someone gets up, gathers up his blankets in a bundle, and makes a beeline to the storage room. They seem to be saying, here’s my bed. I’m done… Continue Reading “Blanketed”
I pretended to kiss Elvis in my basement. I’d put Love Me Tender on the record player and wrap my arms around the gray concrete pole in the middle of our rec room. I can still feel the pole’s cool smooth feel on my lips.… Continue Reading “Cold Kiss”
Anything can happen. There is the news and then there is the coping. And the coping can make you wear wool socks and heavy boots in the middle of summer. Or strip you to your underwear and send you skating across paper thin ice.… Continue Reading “Anything Can Happen”
In 2010, my first year of blogging on Red’s Wrap, I got two likes. The next year, 2011, saw a big increase to three likes. So this fabulously successful blog got five likes over the space of two years. That may have been five… Continue Reading “Bloom”
Many years away Tiny growing unaware Life’s cruel limits __________ In response to The Daily Post prompt: Miniature
We give youth everything. We give them looks. We give them brains. We give them energy. We give them political power. And then we sit aside and envy. Oh. If we were young, we’d be beautiful and so brilliant, incandescent in our energy and… Continue Reading “When Peaches Aren’t Ripe: 5 Ways Youth Disappointed Me”
The city imagines the country The country imagines itself The city itches and aches The country lounges Bedded in feathery green Warmed by tender clouds Unworried Unconscious Of the city’s envy ___________ The Daily Post: Clouds
Interrupted lives Forest dreams vanished, slashed, shorn Promised new glory _______ The Daily Post: Angry
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