My Thoughts

My Kindle and I are on the outs right now.........I am pretty mad about the Veronica Roth attempt to wrap up her "Divergent" series with the third book, "Allegiant".  It took me only a couple of days to complete the first two in the series, and here I am, 8 days in, and I am only halfway through "Allegiant".  Seriously. In sharp contrast is my obsessive need to complete Gillain Flynn's "Gone Girl" which I detested at the beginning.  Now, I cannot get enough.  I honestly feel like an infatuated, love struck teenager as I troll any internet information about the book.  Breathe!!  1, 2, 3.  It's healthy, I guess.  I am not much impressed with Gillian Flynn herself.........there is just something about her:  her hair, her fair complexion, her smug attitude in interviews. Ok, ok.............I have done some research on her too.  She is able to pull off the multiplicity in characterization that Veronica Roth cannot.  As a writer, I wa...

I have waited such a long time for you; and now as you have returned to my life, I am breathless in complete joy.  It has been such an incredibly long absence. Today, my heart lept at a happy ending in a movie.  I had not seen this movie before, but had remember seeing the trailer for it.   Return to Me with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny from 2000 is such a sweet story of love and hope.  I am adding it to my list of movies that restore a sense of faith in love and happiness.  It has taken me so long to be able to look at happy couples and not feel an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness.  I not only believe in "happily ever after"; but more importantly, I believe that the world would be a better place if more people ascribed to my view.  Having hope in something like "happily ever after" creates a blind devotion to an ideal.  This is important because we spend too much of our effort devoted to material things, to other people; worse, many...

I hear you, and in a few of the tiniest moments, I can almost reach through the void and touch you. My sorrow knows no bounds as I grieve for you, as I must let go. I am so sorry that I cannot bring you and your sweet dreams to reality. Your smile is so bright, so vibrant in my memory, and I feel your innocence in all that is good and shiny. I have failed you. I have failed so many others. I have failed to be a good mother, daughter, wife or friend. Despair plagues my days and haunts my sleep as images of all those I've loved and lost swirl in my tortured mind. My feeble attempts to hold my life together with tape and glue finally stop, and I am left with the jumbled mess that is me - nothing around me left intact. A prayer echoes among the debris:  CONFESSION AND PARDON  Merciful God, we confess that we have not loved you with our whole heart. We have failed to be an obedient church. We have not done your will, we have broken your law, we have rebel...