My blogging friend Lisa, who I call “The Birdlady” as a form of endearment, posted this beautiful piece on her blog A DAY IN A LIFE. The following text resonated not just with me, but with many of my friends who I forwarded it to. I don’t like the reblog function, so with Lisa’s permission, I repost this here on my blog.
“My mind is like a little house,
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out;
They put things in,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
It’s not my mind at all.”
― Margo T. Rose, The Words
My husband is smoke-free since one month as of today. The first two weeks were tough on him; he had his moments, but they never lasted long enough to get the frying pan out. Continue reading
