Parceling Love and Other Conundrums

The prompt today is “Love (a free-write)”. Free-writes are by nature personal and rambling.

Also, because my laptop is having issues, we’re going Avant Garde with punctuation. The question mark will be signified with /.

Enter at your own risk.

Of the 468 blogs currently on my website, the search term “love” brings up 233 results. Of those, 12 “headlines” include love in the title.  So, yeah, I’ve been known to talk about love.

To start with, there’s “WHAT ONE YOUNG MAN WITH

Cure

“If you could cure…”

I stopped him, “That is not a fair question.”

The scientist raised his eyebrows.

How can you speak of “cure” when the issue in discussion is in every cell of his body?

What does it feel like to have 47 chromosomes? I wonder. Does it feel different than 46?

Every cell in our body contains our chromosomal makeup.  Cells constantly regenerate, each set (or triplicate) of chromosomes generating and regenerating as well. Sometimes cells in the typical population, triplicate the 21st chromosome, here and there. But it’s scant –

In which I talk about the long hard winter

There was a time when I lived in chronic physical pain. This pain caused a battle between my body and mind. My mind rebelled by slowly killing me.

The war inside of me waged, gradual and nearly invisible…until it wasn’t.

I think of that time like a lifetime behind this one.

When I am reminded of the triggers that prodded me in that life, I am still affected, but differently. Like a reverse acupuncture.

Those winters full of pokes and pain, fear and unworthiness, sit like one long winter in my memory. Scars flare under my skin. It’s an odd sensation, a burning

Sometimes Opening Minds Is Best Handled as a Soft Sell…

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Welcome to a #TBT (Throw Back Thursday) of a Free Write Friday,

Free Write Friday is where I let loose on the reins and just type for 15 minutes about what I’m thinking and what’s going on. This post I am sharing today was originally published one year ago, Sept 4, 2015, just as Marcus and I were gearing up for the Big Book Tour. SO, step back in time with me: 

So this week I wrote