by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 6, 2012 | Diane's Posts
She talks and talks and talks. She can talk for thirty minutes straight and never take a breath. My head is spinning and I want to put duct-tape over her mouth for just a few minutes and give my head a break. I need just a few minutes with my own thoughts so that I...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 3, 2012 | Diane's Posts
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...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 2, 2012 | Diane's Posts
I walk into the room, and morning light spills soft and glowing across tiled floors and a rug of robin’s egg blue. Pulling back a silky, chocolate comforter and shaking floral sheet, I watch crumbs of food smuggled into bed after hours, fly through the air, like...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 30, 2012 | Diane's Posts
It is 2:45 in the afternoon and I have been working for two days trying to prepare for out of town guests who will be arriving in about three hours. There is a lot I would still like to do, and at this very moment I am trying to cook a really great meal when I...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 28, 2012 | Diane's Posts
One of the most difficult things to do is live in a stepfamily. Scars on our soul and voices of the past can torment our sleeping and waking hours. All who come into a stepfamily bring with them wounds, and images from the past. Some images are of a family that...