Exhausted

I write with one arm underneath the keyboard, too lazy to get a hot water bottle for my sore wrist. The heat penetrates to the aching bones it feels good to rest without a toddler a teen toddler and a brooding young man. Life being what it is becomes a hassle not worth discussing. I…

The Sad Gardener

This dark cloud has me bedridden stomach burning in response to my foul mood. Triggers land like landmines in my head in my house, in my life. Betrayed by someone with an agenda. My lifestyle is offensive. I have upset the mowing community by mowing without gas. These events cause undue harm to my fragile…