Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

If a tree falls in the forest who is there to hear it ? If a child cries who is there to wipe their tears? If a woman is broken hearted who cares to understand how it happened? When change is needed who is there to give direction? When illness has been diagnosed who really suffers? There is a mystery in each of those answers. I imagine it all depends on who is present at the time and who chooses to step in with a tissue or possibly who chooses to listen with an empathetic ear...  Could it be the person that offers a way out or furthermore could it likely be anybody that is relatively related to the diagnosed. We are all connected in some way shape or form. Human condition and the capabilities that each holds depends on the placement in that situation or the person's life. Environmental abuse and human suffering, the effects come from any amount causes. You can not go through this life without some frame of structure crumbling to represent what our lives are supposed to stand fo

My dad used to say, " a man does what a man wants to do all his life until he wants to do different. All his life he just does... one thing, one way, until one day he just does something different! Expectations that is what it comes down to. What one person expects for their life and the many miserable mistakes one makes trading off one thing only to get something worse. If misery was a state I think I saw it! I am not perfect. I have made many mistakes. Opinionated probably. Judgemental oh at times... (just because it doesn't fit into my realm) mostly cynical and that came from being betrayed by someone who claimed to love and watching loyalty get thrown out a window while making a stupid stupid stupid ... choice. A Woman mostly plans her life by the time she is 12. She knows somewhere in the back of her mind what she wants for her life... and ironically she mostly sticks to it. On a rare occasion, she might be influenced but she already knows what will suit her. That w

I typically do not write during the week, everyday life happens and my 2 day a week gig makes for real life reality. It has been my bread and butter for going on the end of 6 years...and continuing on. Wow, I have stayed some place longer than 2! A milestone... the girl that never liked to stay too long anywhere for whatever reason. Never needing a reason to attach. That gypsy soul... has stuck it out to see how it would and still is playing out until I find... or fame and fortune finds me. Biding time until that winning lottery ticket happens, having a man that won't run, disappear and trade me off for some embarrassing ugly beast. I'm holding open that glorious spot to write for a travel magazine and anticipating the adventure of a lifetime, that amazing wonderful photo opp! That one road trip! Where it does fall into proper perspective...  all things happening according to timing and luck! Throw in talent and perseverance and there people is what you call a successful miss

I have never been a Monday morning kind of person. Ya know the one that has to get up early for work on that day after when the weekend ends. I have always worked some entrepreneurial schedule chasing a dollar looking for opportunities and obtaining recognition from almost anyone that will take notice and pay. Isn't that what it's about the dollar amount? What your worth is in an industry? What you bring in and what can be brought to the table? What pays the bills and keeps that roof over your head and the food on the table??? I'm not so sure anymore... Love what you do and the money follows. Live a life you don't need a vacation from... Enjoy the serendipity moments of creating your livelihood. What did he tell me? Oh! that's right!!! " Focus on one thing and become good at it!"   Isn't that what makes you become a professional? A sought out commodity that someone needs? A skill that someone else can not do? Isn't that why a person keeps try

***When He Had Her*** It didn't seem real, none of it. An apparition of time. How could time pass by like this? After everything, why would he still make contact? What would he have to say now? Life had moved on... slowly at a snails pace. Heart breaking painful at a god awful snail's pace. ******************************************* Trailers for sale or rent... Everywhere they went.  Roads and trips between them... people still gasped. Disturbed... it was all disturbing. They no longer referred to that woman by any kind of  name... they now grimaced and gagged. Nothing made sense to anyone other than the fact... sloppy seconds and low self-worth entered into a place that never should have happened. It was embarrassing. He had embarrassed himself and made complete fools, humiliating everyone in the process. Not ever recognizing his own self-worth and what he represented as a man. Never realizing all the ground breaking potential that had been laid... because he cou