I Am Ungrateful

I Am Ungrateful

He walks through the front door and finds me slumped on the couch, watching a movie.  Closing the door behind him, he asks, “Is there anything to eat?”  “I don’t know…” I mumble… “I already ate.” I continue watching my movie. He is left to fend for himself. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a…

His Dreams

His Dreams

So many hopes and dreams. They started as small seeds planted. Anticipating. Dreaming. Praying…almost losing hope. Now I am older and they are still there…those dreams. Yes. They are still there. Some have come to fruition, some are in process.Confusion sometimes enters in, then the dreams seem distorted and out of place. A storm swirling,…