My mother had always asked me to write a book and share her story. Even though we had our differences, I know she loved me. And I love her and miss her terribly. In honor of my mother’s request I am sharing some passages that I found in […]
My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.
Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!
He swooped her up in the midst of the stormy darkness, carried her away to a remote barren place, and left her there. She had no way of knowing whether he would reappear. Her tears mingled with raindrops, misting the dirt she lay upon until the stars melted into radiant sunshine. […]
A few photos I took during an outing on my way to a doctor appointment. First, I have to get out of bed. Here is my granddaughter demonstrating how my ceiling lift lowers me into my wheelchair. 🙂 On the road. lovely sunny day. I adore clouds. I take dozens […]
Repetition makes no sense. Most who follow my blog already know my situation, paralyzed, confined to bed. However, if I did not believe that there was not a purpose for my years of suffering – If I stop believing in some grand master plan – then I might as […]
A fading year melts into nostalgia, breeze in a new page of the journey. New memories, surprises, joys and sadness, and an oasis in the midst of the storms. A comforter, a friend, reliable and true; one who carries us through troubled waters who never deserts us – […]
A Piece of Chalk I am chalk on a blackboard, Mere specks of powdery dust; A mild breeze carries me away Gentle rains melt me until I am no more. There will always be another piece of chalk. all rights reserved © Serendipitous Purlieus – a diary of […]
Chapter 44 Descending When I was a kid, sun showers captivated me. I splashed in puddles and danced in the soft drizzle. Popsicle sticks floating in streams of water along a gutter enchanted me. Simple times. I was happy. During my teen years, I took long walks in […]
all rights reserved © Serendipitous Purlieus – a diary of poetry and prose by Nancy J. Walker
The human dilemma; We each have our point of view. Spirit-in-the-sky, galaxy explosion, sugar daddy to some, bully to others, inventor of life, creator, him, her, it, invisible force. What do I know? I glean from others. But, truth be told, no one dead dropped by to let me know anything. […]