Author Archives: Lynette

The Beautiful Things Of Life

Posted on November 9, 2016 by Lynette

I don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains. -Anne Frank When I opened my vintage shop this morning, it was with a weary and aching heart. It felt like such an effort to do … Continue reading →

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I Am Building My Own Damn Wall

Posted on November 9, 2016 by Lynette

I am heartsick and devastated. I have always thought that there was more love in the world than hate but I found out differently tonight. It’s going to take me some time to get used to this new reality. I … Continue reading →

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My Father Is Batman And It’s Terribly Terribly Wrong

Posted on November 1, 2016 by Lynette

My 84-year-old Dad dressed up as Batman for Halloween last night and there’s a big part of me that thinks that’s the best thing ever. Seriously. How cool is that? He was visiting his grandsons in Colorado and they were … Continue reading →

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A Visit From Cackle

Posted on October 31, 2016 by Lynette

There once was a witch Named Cackle, Who liked to eat fingers for breakfast, Big toes were delightful for brunch, ear lobes perfect For a midnight snack. Her tastes were peculiar, No soft flesh for her, She liked a satisfying … Continue reading →

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Reflections on the Lost Years

Posted on October 29, 2016 by Lynette

A friend had a birthday recently and was asked the question on whether she would go back and live part of her life over, if given the chance. If so, would she go back to her 20s or 30s or … Continue reading →

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If Cats Were Productive Instead of Lazy Buggers

Posted on October 26, 2016 by Lynette

If Cats were productive instead of being lazy buggers, They’d clean their own litter box, and be adept with a whisk broom. Instead of drowsing in speckled sunlight, they’d be typing out a best seller about finding a spiritual path … Continue reading →

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Hunger

Posted on September 30, 2016 by Lynette

There’s things to miss when one’s alone, that liquid jolt, the murmured sighs, light strokes on the back of neck. the deep felt crave which sleeps most days does rise in burnished night, tampered down from weary limbs but lurking … Continue reading →

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How To Mourn What Never Was

Posted on September 7, 2016 by Lynette

Your mother holding your newborn child~ Nose kisses, bedtime stories, chatty talks, First day of school clothes cuddle monster, bed chase, sidewalk chalk, Santa Claus swing pushes,  explorations, road trips, seeing the world through the eyes of your child. History … Continue reading →

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It’s One Thing To Dream

Posted on August 17, 2016 by Lynette

  Don’t earnestly promise to catch me a star, Cradle stars in your hands, cut up and bruised. Don’t talk about how England awaits, Grasp my hand as we wander down cobblestone streets. Don’t tell me that you want to … Continue reading →

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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Posted on August 6, 2016 by Lynette

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading →

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