Hey KV. I'm sorry I'm late on this. Been going thru shit. I will NEVER forget when this KEWL chick band came to Long Island doing record store signings of their first album. I rmbr NOT being able to attend with 6 or 7 of my buds bcuz of this 4 letter word... WORK! I was PISST! I wanted to meet this KEWL bass player, formally a guitar picker to be in this band! I wanted to be there, but money money money came first! A lot of things happened like that... Diana Ross, Central Park. Simon and Garfunkel Central Park,.. And others. Oh, I've made up for many misses with other KEWL SHIT! But, I never got to see that KEWL BASS PLAYER... sorry for the ramble. Peace and love. Have a killer your lady. Come to FLA! ✌🏼🌹😎
Hi Kathy, I'm so sorry to hear about your friend, his suffering as well as yours. As a daily practitioner of Nichirin Buddhism I believe one of our tenets may help guide you through this difficult period. We have a strong belief that we can turn "poison into medicine". It may be hard to envision this concept while you're "in it" but I think, one day, you'll understand. If you're curious check out the clip below. I may discuss it in a short interview I did a few years back. My thoughts and prayers...
"It’s hard to write when consumed with one thing." - YASSSSS! Lordty, it's hard. And everything you're feeling about being a caregiver? YASSS to that, too. Adoptive memory? YASSS. That resonates. When I was 9 yrs old, I was in a car accident that left my driver dead and me in a coma for a month. When I woke up, I was 10yrs, spoke with an English accent (still do. I was told it was my brain protecting me from trauma) and had to learn to walk/talk/feed myself...#allthethings. I lost a lot of my childhood memories and depended on my family to fill in the blanks. But memories started coming back, too, but in my case, it was the opposite of you: whereas you recanted a memory that you didn't remember, I eventually remembered a memory I was told, but what I was told didn't occur. If that makes sense. At least, not from my POV. Which means the person more than likely told it from THEIR POV.
Sending peace, comfort, and light to your friend, and also to you. All of your stories sound interesting...depending on how they develop. If I have to pick one, I'd say Ziggy and Marilyn.
Oh, and circling back... you're a sweet, dear friend to be doing what you're doing for your friend in his time of need. He's lucky to have you in his life.
I'm intrigued by #2 LIFEBOAT. Criminals intrigue me. Not the violent ones but rather the ones who commit crimes out of needs vs wants. Yes, I'm justifying certain crimes. I was a total juvenile delinquent but usually out of boredom. I loved shoplifting and breaking into houses when I was a pre-teen. Mostly to steal cookies and candy because my late mother only allowed us to have sweets on a Saturday, LOL. I never actually smashed windows or anything but always found an unlocked door or window or attic window and made my way inside. Thank Goddess this was before house alarms or cameras. I made the mistake of bringing my younger twin sisters along with me to raid our neighbors' candy stash and -- feeling mischievous -- sprinkled powdered sugar all over their kitchen. My sisters ratted me out. The neighborhood knew I was a Bart Simpson wanna-be so it was easy to pin it on me. :)
It was like the scene in Ozark when Wendy Byrde went back to her old house... wandered around... rested upon a bed... drank a beer. But then put food coloring in the milk and hung a painting upside down, harkening back to her mischievous youth. Her smirk upon leaving said it all.
I'm sorry what you are going through with your friend. Hang in there. I love your sunflower story and picture. <3
Your story titles and brief descriptions are very intriguing. They also sound like they could be Twilight Zone episodes. It's hard to pick just one, but I'd love to read Ends Meet and Mascot...actually all of them but those two caught my attention.
Hey KV. I'm sorry I'm late on this. Been going thru shit. I will NEVER forget when this KEWL chick band came to Long Island doing record store signings of their first album. I rmbr NOT being able to attend with 6 or 7 of my buds bcuz of this 4 letter word... WORK! I was PISST! I wanted to meet this KEWL bass player, formally a guitar picker to be in this band! I wanted to be there, but money money money came first! A lot of things happened like that... Diana Ross, Central Park. Simon and Garfunkel Central Park,.. And others. Oh, I've made up for many misses with other KEWL SHIT! But, I never got to see that KEWL BASS PLAYER... sorry for the ramble. Peace and love. Have a killer your lady. Come to FLA! ✌🏼🌹😎
First, good vibes and well wishes to your friend in Los Angeles. Thank you for your relatable thoughts about adopted memory. My vote goes to Lifeboat
Love it
Another great piece. And I like the idea for #1
Ms. Valentine,
I hope your friend is doing better. Prayers and healing thoughts. And also supportive wishes for you. Please take care during this challenging time.
Hi Kathy, I'm so sorry to hear about your friend, his suffering as well as yours. As a daily practitioner of Nichirin Buddhism I believe one of our tenets may help guide you through this difficult period. We have a strong belief that we can turn "poison into medicine". It may be hard to envision this concept while you're "in it" but I think, one day, you'll understand. If you're curious check out the clip below. I may discuss it in a short interview I did a few years back. My thoughts and prayers...
https://youtu.be/Y8kwamymvn0?feature=shared
Uncanny Death Valley gets my vote. The title is catchy and the topic is intriguing.
Sending positive vibes to both you and your friend. You’re a great person to care for your friend when they are so sick.
Uncanny Death Valley could be very interesting since AI now seems to be the elephant in the room.
"It’s hard to write when consumed with one thing." - YASSSSS! Lordty, it's hard. And everything you're feeling about being a caregiver? YASSS to that, too. Adoptive memory? YASSS. That resonates. When I was 9 yrs old, I was in a car accident that left my driver dead and me in a coma for a month. When I woke up, I was 10yrs, spoke with an English accent (still do. I was told it was my brain protecting me from trauma) and had to learn to walk/talk/feed myself...#allthethings. I lost a lot of my childhood memories and depended on my family to fill in the blanks. But memories started coming back, too, but in my case, it was the opposite of you: whereas you recanted a memory that you didn't remember, I eventually remembered a memory I was told, but what I was told didn't occur. If that makes sense. At least, not from my POV. Which means the person more than likely told it from THEIR POV.
Wow, this is a lot--and fascinating, although sounds very traumatic and I'm so sorry you experienced it. I hope you will write a book about your life.
Peace and comfort to your dear friend during this difficult time . 🕊🙏⚘️
Continued strength for your heart and mind Kathy 🩷 .
As far as your given choices of short stories, I like #6 it gives a Blade Runner vibe!
May the spirit of HOPE be with l yous and yours 🙏🕊
Thank you Trish, I appreciate your thoughts. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Sending peace, comfort, and light to your friend, and also to you. All of your stories sound interesting...depending on how they develop. If I have to pick one, I'd say Ziggy and Marilyn.
Oh, and circling back... you're a sweet, dear friend to be doing what you're doing for your friend in his time of need. He's lucky to have you in his life.
I'm intrigued by #2 LIFEBOAT. Criminals intrigue me. Not the violent ones but rather the ones who commit crimes out of needs vs wants. Yes, I'm justifying certain crimes. I was a total juvenile delinquent but usually out of boredom. I loved shoplifting and breaking into houses when I was a pre-teen. Mostly to steal cookies and candy because my late mother only allowed us to have sweets on a Saturday, LOL. I never actually smashed windows or anything but always found an unlocked door or window or attic window and made my way inside. Thank Goddess this was before house alarms or cameras. I made the mistake of bringing my younger twin sisters along with me to raid our neighbors' candy stash and -- feeling mischievous -- sprinkled powdered sugar all over their kitchen. My sisters ratted me out. The neighborhood knew I was a Bart Simpson wanna-be so it was easy to pin it on me. :)
omg! I would have been terrified of going into someone's house!!
It was like the scene in Ozark when Wendy Byrde went back to her old house... wandered around... rested upon a bed... drank a beer. But then put food coloring in the milk and hung a painting upside down, harkening back to her mischievous youth. Her smirk upon leaving said it all.
I'm sorry what you are going through with your friend. Hang in there. I love your sunflower story and picture. <3
Your story titles and brief descriptions are very intriguing. They also sound like they could be Twilight Zone episodes. It's hard to pick just one, but I'd love to read Ends Meet and Mascot...actually all of them but those two caught my attention.
thanks DeDe!
mascot
Ends meet or lifeboat