I’m having a weird day. This image popped up in my Facebook feed last night. It’s not what created the weirdness, but definitely what took me from Guate-mala to Guate-peor. The work is by Norman Rockwell, and titled “The Young Lady With A Shiner”. She sold at Heritage Auctions today, November 8th, 2018. The first…
I received this beautiful letter of gratitude for having written The Red Speck in my email today. What an absolutely beautiful way to start the morning. Thank you for taking the time to express yourself. Letters like this encourage me tremendously. Thank you. “I really must tell you about my relationship with The Red Speck….
What we love with passion undoes us. This is known. So in choosing love we accept death. Embrace it. Know that it comes regardless. Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death. The inevitable. They straddle the sidelines. Forever safe. From a comfortable distance. And they live. They exist. But what life is…
A lack of vision. Moved to silence by my eyes. Engulfed in the raucous visual. External images, human interaction, social activity… A buzz in my head. White noise. Detached from the me, the I Am. Split in two. Longing. A quiet craving, it comes. Eyes wide shut look within; and follow the silver tether home….
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…
Did I make the right decision? What will happen? Where will we go? What will we do? Have I taught my children well? Am I good mother? Have I been supportive enough? Is this what I want? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I should have said this. I should have…
She was crying hysterically as she drove her car down I-75. The tears blurred her vision, but she knew the way home. Home. “How could she go home in this state?” She thought to herself, “I can’t let the children see me like this.” …and her husband, he’d had more than enough of the misery. …
It’s easy to keep the faith when times are good. When times are tough, however, when uncertainty reigns, it’s not so simple, is it? …not quite so easy. Staying positive and knowing all will unfold as it’s meant to; learning the lessons set before us and rolling with the waves of stormy seas, is what…
“We, in our human form, are very similar to black holes.” The girl looked disappointed. The woman noticed. “…not in a negative sense, I’m not speaking of a void…which I think is a misconception about black holes anyway…” Her voice trailed off, following her thoughts. The woman smiled with eyes closed and shook her head…