This scene, from one of my favorite movies, is also my favorite scene in that movie. Mr. Mom marked the beginning of an era, a time when roles really were reversing in the American family, a time when Dads not only … Continue reading What’s Your Woobie?
Frenzied, manic, flitting from this to that- seemingly with ease. Struggling, praying, giving it all for others to please. Minding my own business as I try to survive in a cold world that hardly notices me until I … Continue reading No Small Thing
Hot, God it’s so hot this time of year And hellish seems to say it best for in and out as, once again, I am alone and standing here… A ring of friendship that we traced encircled by … Continue reading Friendship/A Hot and Cold Affair
Beyond the disguise reflections of love in the shadows of your eyes…. Continue reading Reflected
They were humans; and when it came to the young lizards of the colony, instructions were clear. DO NOT engage the humans and never, never, EVER go inside of the big house, for surely any that disobeyed would meet a horrible end! Continue reading Brave Little Lizard
And judge me not
lest my lips grow tired,
my words turn bitter,
thoughts less inspired.
Love be not gold
for riches untold,
not red for the rose
or the blood that flows Continue reading Color of Love/Poetry
Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington copyright 2014 When the Mothers of Creation left their children, feasting was about to begin-a celebration of life, truth and the acceptance of the gifts they were being offered-gifts they were still not fully aware of. All of that would change when the last morsels of meat and vine had been consumed; for it would be the fruit their mothers had left them which would be the last thing to pass through their lips. And the promise of answered questions, increased understanding and true knowledge of their existence was at the … Continue reading Tasting Truth/Forever Never
Can You See Me Can you see me here,Great Spirit,lost among the tangledvines of existencewhere I struggle for the lightof my Grandfather Sunto shine upon my face asa healing balm of comfort? Can you see me, oh Creator,and the journey I have madebeyond the mists of eternityto land upon this dying,cursed rock of magnificentglory that you have made for us? Can you find me,Great Healer of pain and sorrow,as I struggle to hold my headhigh within the whirlwind ofangry business that is calleda life? Can you find me,Deliverer of the innocent,my head hanging low … Continue reading Can You See Me? /Poetry