by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 15, 2013 | Uncategorized
Suppertime stress is a time for me at the end of the day, when life gets a little crazy. Before we became a stepfamily, I was considered a reasonably good cook by my children, but these new children, they do not like much of what I cook at all. Everything I serve...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 14, 2013 | Uncategorized
I sit exhausted in the window seat of the plane. Just sit there as the stewardess explains for the billionth time how a safety belt buckles and opens. I am staring mindlessly out of the window, watching luggage carts speed past on the tarmac. Allume 2012 has...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 9, 2013 | Uncategorized
Fallen leaves are raked aside earlier in the day to clear a path for her wedding in the woods. Dresses that seemed, Oh, so, very important are now minor details as they adorn the young women who go before her. Trees provide their best colors of crimson and gold...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 8, 2013 | Uncategorized
We went to see the production of the play, Next to Normal, last weekend. The whole time I was watching the production, I was thinking about one of our children. When a child goes through the divorce of their parents, something is their soul can break. This one, this...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 6, 2013 | Uncategorized
In the morning, as warm bare feet kick back cotton sheets, so cool; I am aware that you are here. Waking crooked as blurred vision searches for glasses clear, and coffee dark; I am aware you are here with me. Leather bindings embrace skins so thin; and you are here...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 1, 2013 | Uncategorized
My angry words fly like red-hot embers propelled from a slingshot, creating collateral damage for anyone in their path on their way toward my husband. I want him to take my side, to set the record straight and do it where I can have the satisfaction of hearing it...