starlight

Midnight sleepless I lay a-bed

Poisoned skin 

Rash thoughts ahead

Rolling cloud brings no doom 

Quenching rain floods now my room 

Unfiltered truth, bold and wise

Mirrored glass 

Me, through those eyes

Write your moments, trade them in 

To speak the truth is not a sin

I cross my heart and cannot lie 

Inky diamond

With no sky 

Shooting stars don’t count as less

Instead to them our hearts confess 

Now I lay me down to sleep

Content with love I get to keep.

93

My friend, Ms. Story, is 93 years young.

We went to the doctor today. 

She put on lipstick and her wedding ring for the excursion.

The doctor gave her really good news, which made us both a little sad: she no longer needs her arm sling.

It means she won’t be needing me to stop by every couple of days to help her with little two-handed tasks around her house. 

She has been cleared to use the dust pan again, and to dust her own body with White Diamonds powder after a fully involved shower, instead of our routine featuring only a sponge.  

Now when I visit, it will just be as a friend, with treats for us to share... one who visits frequently and isn’t going anywhere. 

futbol

That’s a wrap! Riley’s initial soccer experience on the 9U Y team, ‘Green Lightning’ was a season of fun and learning about teamwork; ergo, a success. 

What a guy... thanks coach for all you do! ⚽️⛺️🇺🇸