The flashes of their laughter… the corners of their mouths upturned with their joyous songs… Happiness is a gift… unappreciated until the giving… unknown until the sharing. There is a softness… an openness… an overwhelming sweet understanding tempered by loss empowered by love… I presume… I presume to know the[…]
by J. P. Gallagher an Adult Child of Alcoholics for ACOAs everywhere all we children grown yet never grown once lost are newly found sharing ancient pains facing current fears and finding… finally… Family we can trust… in these rooms. Oh!… How I felt it too!! When I heard them[…]
Twilight’s ruddy, swollen clouds mask this evening’s stars. This evening is so numb, so shell-shocked from this morning’s act. We did not really take him at his word. Yet in an instant of action (perceived by some as heroic, perceived by others as hostile, perceived by others as cowardly retreat)[…]
The wood shop’s din wasn’t even audible to me anymore. The noise had been simply pushed aside, ignored. My mind was across town. At that very moment, my Father was on the operating table. He was having his bleeding ulcers removed, along with “thirteen fourteenths of his stomach and the[…]
Moments of clarity. Moments of precision. As a toddler I watched the seedlings tenderly planted, nurtured and later when I picked the biggest tomato I had ever seen, I saw the smile in her eyes. I would see the joy, when she would, bright, smiling, browned by the sun, radiant[…]
Nurtured by the gentle April rains their heads bobbing in the soft sunny breeze the joyful jonquils speak the language of memory. Only last year she graced us with all the joy and warmth of her always giving and unfaltering heart. The glory of the sunshine and the wonderful graciousness[…]
Between moonrise and sunset o’er the evening star, moment by moment appear heaven’s lights afar. Each gently unveiled by oncoming night. Each being freed for our curious sight. Each it is said is another who died. Each it is said is a tear held inside. If it were true that[…]
Bright, smooth and windless the morning revealed the blanket that seamlessly enveloped the visible world. Driven by the sunshine, weighted by their wetness fluffy chunks plummet and cascade through the branches. initiating crystalline showers which pock mark the world. A single breeze would clear them. A pair of amorous squirrels[…]
Eyes locking across the party’s din but we did not really connect. She was really speaking with her boss. Her worlds were all around her, family, sisters, brothers, in-laws and her work. She was caught within her many circumstances. Circumstances within which she functions somewhat differently from the ones, within[…]
This cruel winter keeps inflicting its consequences. Buds have been burned and stunted, forsaking both first leaves and blossoms. Even the early daffodils weighted down and singed by the last frosts and ices have not resurrected to bob in trumpeting dances with the breeze. Yesterday in short sleeves with warming[…]