Sixties Baby
A mother's resolve
I have always questioned life, my existence, and why I'm here.
Perhaps because I never knew my biological father, that I was a 60s baby, that my mother's decision to keep me was not her first thought. That despite her anguish, I held on.
Or perhaps because in one split second, one fleeting conversation with a . . .
Posted in: about mepoetic riffs
Indecision
My Nemesis to Progress
OMG!! I drive myself insane. My brain doesn't stop jumping from one thing to the next.
Deciding to set up this blog was a great idea and I couldn't be happier BUT deciding how to come across, what to reveal about myself, my idealistic long term goal for how I want this to play out is kicking me left, right, and all over the . . .
Posted in: bloggingmy journal
Anchored to Me
Blogging for my Sanity
The word 'anchor' has been making random appearances in my brain lately. Tapping at my thoughts as if hoping to be let in. And I can't help but think it's no coincidence. That maybe the universe is giving me a nudge. A well meaning "Hey Ruth, get yourself together!" Telling me that perhaps it's time to anchor . . .
Posted in: bloggingmy journal
