Cold, Careless and Empty

It’s not that she needed the confidence, she knew she could do it, she just didn’t want to. But as it was not her choice to make she did what was asked. So there she was, sitting on the imported Italian leather lounge, waiting to hear what her psychiatrist had to say. The doctor delivered… Continue reading Cold, Careless and Empty

Of A Grandma

You used to read me stories when I was young. I would sit on your lap and snuggle against you, all warm and cuddly, you smelled like peaches and dough. We always loved your peach pies, they were better than anything we’d ever eaten, and you somehow made it look so easy.