Telling me what I want to hear


I want to know where you go because you want to tell me that story and want to share inspiration.  I want to be the person you confess to with confidence in my care of your mess.

I want to know whom you met today because I want to be able to give you the nuggets of conversations from my  day,  from my aha moments and observations- many made about you being amazing and this person was well, merely likeable.

I want to know why you went where you did because I let myself go where I go and you should know what led me down that curious path and whether I’d walk it again- and whether I’d walk alone or bring you with me, to hold my hand, to stand in another spot on the map of reference I carry in my head.

I don’t test you to see if you are where you say you are.  I don’t make you share your day. I don’t check up on you. I want to give you privacy because I believe we all need a life of our own. But when you are ready to share, know I will have already shared mine, blurted out my little existence in snippets, given you my moments because I want to pull you into my life without reservation or censorship of how naive and limited I am from a stifled coming of age.

You live a big life. I live a big life.  And together why not meld these lives and build a third shared experience that inspires blinding passion from putting them together?

There’s comfort in the exchange of a day,  and while I’m running my fingers around yours, and up and down the lean lines of your forearm,  over the bend of your elbow where that divet holds a sensual space just under your bicep where I press and pause and press  and pause, while I lie next to you, my thigh draped over yours, chin nestled in the curve of your shoulder. I’m tracing the tatt on your tricep, ink which will someday be a sleeve with the story of your life, and the colors of our life.

I believe in this telling-time,  this pouring out of innocent awe, this is where we find our adventures complement and combine. We surprise ourselves again and again. We put images and memories in our heads to create the stamina for stories that we will want to hear for another 50 years, well into those longer days when we are on the front porch, rocking in our chairs, talking, re-telling, laughing, still holding hands.


Give me your life- not in the golden band on the right left hand this time- but your mind’s life, the one that spins up there in that creative space where you reveal your naked self to my soul and I cradle your words and dreams with trust and fearless belief in your integrity and we honor each other in the safe keeping of hearts. 

#for rEticent mental property. Images courtesy of the web. September 24, 2017, the day the NFL stood up to #45 and locked arms in solidarity to support those who chose to stand Or take a knee without worry of repercussion.





Kaepernick is not playing around

He is kneeling. He is using peaceful protest. He is making the $$$$ of those leagues feel a little discomfort; discomfort which may inspire positive change. He isn’t sitting. He isn’t raising a fist or a baton. He is taking a knee, like we do when an injury has occurred, to respectfully acknowledge pain. Think bigger people, apply this off the field, across a nation, beyond the comfort of your television entertainment. His action is precisely why this flag flies. His not playing is apparently a price he is willing to pay.


Stand on Principle, or Kneel.

#for Reticent Mental Property. August 16, 2017



Chains as a Symbol of Freedom


$100 Million in box office debut means something.  The rise of Wonder Woman does not surprise most women. The story, rooted in feminism,  the movie directed by a female, is enjoying the perfect storm given the country’s feminist uprising against the current president and the administration’s proposals.

My daughters are reluctant to see it; perhaps they feel the WW uniform is designed for male viewers rather than for athleticism? Perhaps they feel superheroes are only men and women simply play sidekicks?

Perhaps I have taught them too well.

Our children are in the middle of history making moments. They may not realize it. But most moms do. 


#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.





Reblog: Agree! And Disagree!

The following is a reblog from a fellow WordPress writer.  I am Pro-Choice, which is not, the same as Pro-Abortion. I believe it is a woman’s right to make this decision. To terminate a pregnancy or to carry to full term or to raise a child are each valid, private and critical decisions. I believe every single woman can be trusted to make these decisions just as I expect I would be  trusted to be the decision maker for my person. I believe Pro-Life supporters can and should be able to make the choice they feel is best , too and  this is the difference:  Imagine if the law required Pro-Life women to have abortions.

YES.  I  will fight to keep it legal for any woman who is Pro-Life to be able to choose for herself to continue her pregnancy. – Ret


I’m about as pro-choice as it’s possible to be. I’m unflinchingly pro-choice, even. There are no ifs, ands, or buts in my approach to abortion, no caveats, no disclaimers. I am completely opposed to “late-term” abortion bans, TRAP laws, and any other restrictions on a person’s ability to conduct their own medical affairs. I believe…

via personally pro-life, politically pro-choice — Samantha Field

Reblog: On DNC resignations and the Trump/Putin link.

The 2016 presidential election may test a theory. Do Americans like chaos – turning everything inside-out and upside-down, because what we have is somewhere between boring and stupid, and chaos is cleansing? That seems the premise of the Trump campaign. Donald Trump will break all the rules – and he does – and enough people […]

via Containing the Chaos — Just Above Sunset

Feed my Mind. I admire Alan’s depth of resources, comprehensive summaries and snarky commentary. Good writing plus research. Cheers- Ret