I spend a lot of time trying to be someone who sees them. I want them to feel appreciated and loved, but I wonder how they see me. I feel like there is a certain response some people might have to my love and affection, like girding their loins. Worried about what will come out… Continue reading How do you see me?
How do they make you feel?
I was thinking about crushes. I had one in my 20s that was kind of intense. He was in a band, and the type of connection there was: him as lead singer and guitarist, and me as a wannabe groupie. It was more than that, but not much. He was just kind, and I just… Continue reading How do they make you feel?
Hey, Ya
Okay, now ladies (yeah?)Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few secondsNow, don't have me break this thang down for nothin'Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behaviorLend me some sugar, I am your neighborAh, here we go I know what to do. I know what it is time for.… Continue reading Hey, Ya
Running Out of Words
It is hard when you run out of words. I'm typing this today after posting several pieces here and elsewhere. And decide to schedule this for tomorrow when you will read it. I don't want to inundate people, and maybe tomorrow will be my day to run out. It is harder when you see them… Continue reading Running Out of Words
Breathe
All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you. Sometimes that is it. That is all I want. Just to let me love them. Let me know them. Give me the chance to see them. It is hard in those times when they don't, because you want to question yourself. But… Continue reading Breathe
Lisa Gray 