I write because I love words and I have a story
not to please anyone but my own need to tell it.
If for some reason I end up sharing joy
Then it is a pleasure
But if you hate my writing
Don’t worry about it.
I am not writing for you.
Archives for 2011
Desert Bloom
Even the simplest bloom, adorns the desert.
Live Your Life
Yeah and at last, we all end up in the same place. Nathan used to say that all the time. Remember, we end up dead so live your life the way you want.
Eleanor to Salma Keir in Caring for Eleanor
Leaving May Be Hard But For Whom
“No what will Mikel do without me?”
Eleanor lifted her head to look towards Salma.
“Somehow we convince ourselves that we can protect them from themselves. Joseph did not need me. He was a grown man who could make up his own mind, dealing with his own affairs and life. Mikel is a grown man Salma.”
“But, I…”
“Yes, I know. We also find it fulfilling that they need us. They don’t. They have proven it over and over again.”
Conversation Caring for Eleanor
If You Are Old and Crabby, You were Young and Crabby
“No one is different when they get older,” she said with irritation. “If you’re old and crotchety, you were young and crotchety. If you’re a pleasant old person, you were probably pleasant as a young person also.”
She adjusted in her seat.
“We’re the same inside even though our bodies are,” she looked for a word, “rotting.”
“Why do we say that? Why do we always assume that older people have to be crabby or sweet?”
“Stupid idea! Came from giving allowances to nasty people to be vile, as if their age gave them absolution and dispensation.”
Excerpt from Caring for Eleanor