Coffee cups of black addiction add it on to the list of things nasty diction. Listen to a little Bob Marly and decide to let negativity ride out the window and onto the cold snow to melt with the warmth of the Son up above (Photo by Nathan Dumlao of Unsplash)
Category Archives: relationships
Harm-less
Daily drunk the poison of false friend- ship and comradery. Only made me stronger and yearn longer for the company of one like me. But always one to override and subside with narcissists all around. The town has grown smaller and at the table stops. Each with a point of view their own and rightContinue reading “Harm-less”
Matrimonial Squares
Humorous and helpful book to be released on Barnes and Noble, October 28, 2022. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/matrimonial-squares-first-time-online-dating-for-the-mature-adult-colleen-goodall/1142557435?ean=2940166615732 I would be so pleased if you checked it out.
Good Marketing
“Mancave for Free” the ad said. And the men got enthused with the thought of a free pass for a gaming table and shuffleboard, beer keg stools and a dart board; as well as toolboxes and tools and kayaks and camping stuff. The crafty woman appealed to their senses in her need to find aContinue reading “Good Marketing”
Growing Up
The older I grow the younger I am. Taking responsibility for my actions and thoughts I regain a youthfulness that cannot be bought. (Photo by Jen Theodore of Unsplash)
Leaving the Narcissist
Left on my own with myself for company I sit with oceans of emotion. I am happy, content, and serene. Inborn instincts to bring order and positivity to my world sets me in the space I want to be. (Photo by Joshep Barrientos of Unsplash)
Golden Ring
High stepping age: the more I know the less I see. (Photo by Henny Kasa of Unsplash)
Alone
Free from the barbed end of the whip the mare feels timid and afriad. Not knowing what to expect or how much worse it can get, she shakes her head in fear. Until she bows to the tender touch of one so pure of heart.
Grown Up Dating
Romancing–writing a profile for my mother has been intriguing and ideal. Each emotion unfolding like a wild rosebud awakening. And at the very center it’s golden. (Thanks to Daniel Pintilei of Unsplash for the photo)
Get your Goat
It went like this . . . “I think we have an understanding.” ‘ Then she said, “Yes, we do, everything is my fault.” I knew, then, this would be a bumpy ride. But then, I just shut my eyes and pray on rollercoasters.
Purple Pennies 