Swimming with Anika
(Pronounced AH-nee-kah.) Water wings—check. Hat tied with a bow under the chin–check. Sunscreen applied—check. Toys–check. Two years old, she flips … Continue reading Swimming with Anika
(Pronounced AH-nee-kah.) Water wings—check. Hat tied with a bow under the chin–check. Sunscreen applied—check. Toys–check. Two years old, she flips … Continue reading Swimming with Anika
Dad had a nickname for Mom, he called her Agent 99 which he used quite often. ( Agent 99 to … Continue reading Living with Alzheimer’s
Upside Down World The world is upside down. And I must hold on The sky is shit brown As bold … Continue reading Upside Down World
From “Hawaiian Time” by Cornelia DeDona, published 2016 Your drive flew the distancerolled within inches of my feetas I preparedto … Continue reading I Salute You
A crack of thunder erupted from the detached three-car garage. Gina looked out from a distance as a dark red … Continue reading Paradise Lost
The locals knew that the Giant sleepwalked, that it often snarled, and balked while standing hip-deep in the bog. Where … Continue reading A Ravenous Routine- Reflecting Inside and Outside the Bog Or Survival of the Quickest
Snatched from the mouth of hell I plunged straight into the void. And promptly got hung up. There was no … Continue reading A Reckoning
The woods have wormed their way into our circle. Far ahead of the crowd I spy the seedling between the … Continue reading The Nature of The Contest
(Hiking Up and Over 3500 Feet-Wittenberg and Cornell, Two More Catskill High Peaks) It occurs to me That I require … Continue reading The Dark Path Brightens
Some stay behind to wait as the lot of us leave behind bulky backpacks and walking sticks to scramble through … Continue reading Rock Rift Scramble
Trekking, Cruising & Scrambling Towards Recovery Healing From Abuse Through Photography A Five Year Journey Thursday, November 8th @ … Continue reading Make The Journey
The kind of intense training where nobody wins changes your brain.
Continue reading Tommy D. Fucktard’s School of Higher Learning & Arrested Development
My nerves were shot. However, the shaking and the rocking back and forth
had subsided.
Time to go back home to my abusive husband. Continue reading The Nightmare Continued
As a survivor of domestic violence; I learned early on, how to cope and adapt.~ C.S. DeDona Continue reading It’s been rough and not just the last two years. COVID and Hurricane Ian challenged me.
The rain had a steady beat. When the waiter informed them Better pay up now Before the lights go out. … Continue reading Something Fishy At Deep Lagoon
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In art therapy, the mandala is a powerful tool. Learn how to use it in a… Continue reading Carol Thayer Cox and the Mandala
I’m not wearing a costume, beamed the Fool, Who jested with the court at Hole #14. Then off she sliced … Continue reading Celebrating April’s Fools at Golf
“HELP”, I call Searching for her among the Portraits from London. Alas, there are no werewolves there. My muse informs me … Continue reading MY SWEET MUSE
All the old knives Bicker in the drawer Confined within their reason. Candid shots Define the moments Elevating the tension … Continue reading The Edge
The summer rains Have swelled her dry banks As waders come and go Leaving deposits behind Relieving her of a … Continue reading Berg Pond Reflections
I sleep with Me and Myself every night. The bed is warm and comfortable. I snore loudly, Get overheated, … Continue reading Conscious
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