Posted in memoir, writers, Writing for healing


In the writer’s group

the women wouldn’t read each other’s book recommendations

and after two of them moved out of state

they never bothered to talk again.


Years went by

in established hierarchy.

What was once said in syrupy hours of attention

disappeared into a silent standoff.


Another writing coach urges the buddy system

while I keep silent.

Wondering, knowing

we will never pick up the phone.


You first.







I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

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