I have stopped writing my lighthearted blogs just for myself, conjured out of flashes of thoughts and images, tapped out when I have a moment, free and easy, sometimes funny, often emotional. The mama, the writer, the daughter, the sister, just saying her piece and giving it away free. Sometimes with typos. I haven’t pursued … Continue reading The Alysa Liu Approach
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Home Wife
A poem from my old life
Alice and the Pedophile
When you find out what he did, you may wonder how I could have kept the worry beads. But I keep lots of things. I worried the beads for years. I still have a few, one placed in a homemade dream catcher that gives me no dreams.
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 