Seems like forever…


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Since I’ve been here….

Good morning, friends.  I just wanted to stop in and say hello and tell you how much I miss all of you and your wonderful posts.  I was hoping to be back full time at the start of 2021 but once again, life got in the way.

I am in the process of selling my mom’s home, the very home I grew up in, and am having a most difficult time with all of it.  Because of this, and my mom’s passing last June, I haven’t had the desire to sit down and write.  I’ve put out a few poems, here and there, but nothing is striking a cord with me right now.  I’m sure, eventually, I will find my way back.

As some of you might know, I am also an Independent LuLaRoe Retailer and that also, has me crazy busy.  A little personal plug here – We are currently holding a Fundraiser for Sjogren’s Syndrome until January 24th.  It’s an autoimmune disease my daughter was diagnosed with in 2012. We are trying to raise awareness about this horrid condition.  A portion of every sale goes to the organization and LuLaRoe matches that amount.  So, if you desire a new shirt, sweater, jacket, etc, even the men, please do consider shopping online with us. (USA Only).  The website is

Have a blessed and peaceful Sunday.  I hope all is well in your neck of the woods, or over the pond.


Happy New Year!

Goodbye 2020. I wish I could say it’s been grand but honestly, you sucked.

My wish for all of you, my friends, is a year filled with happiness, love and dreams coming true, that you never, again, have to know sadness and loss. May 2021 be the year we all join together in peace. Have a blessed New Year!!

Much Love, Dorinda

Given at My Behest – #dark #poetry


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Conversation lags
As tension fills the air
Words I wish to say aloud,
But never will I dare.

Turn the wrath of devil’s breath,
Into a burning pyre
Anger lashes back at me,
And I begin to tire.

Wonder what it is I seek,
Outside my bolted door
Is there life beyond the pale?
Or is it nothing more

Than washed out wishes
And fallen dreams
A silence filled
With curdling screams?

Try again, to fight the pain,
Encumbering at best
A plight I’d never give myself
Is given at my behest.

Strange that I would choose this path,
Heavy thorns do block my way
What happened in the aftermath?
Was it something I did say?


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Image by SAFA TUNCEL from Pixabay

Merry Christmas 2020


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Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel, Feliz Navidad, Frohe Weihnachten, Wesołych Swiat, God jul….no matter how you say it, it’s all the same..Merry Christmas!!!!!  Have a joyous and blessed day!  ❤

Before My Storm – #poetry #sadness


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Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm

Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form

Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm

Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm


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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay