Tag Archives: depression

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND EMBRACE BEING ALONE (even on your birthday)

Posted on April 14, 2015 by georgialeesays

“Since I gave up all hope, I feel so much better” – anonymous I write this on my 61st birthday. I chose to be alone, and fled to the wilderness. Rather than dancing at a drunken Bacchanal or a romantic … Continue reading →

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BRIEF CANDLES – AN HOUR ONSTAGE

Posted on March 8, 2015 by georgialeesays

At the end of life, the very old shrink into child-size imitations of the towering adults their children knew. Not my parents, I would have thought as a child, if I’d ever imagined such a thing. Not my parents. Those … Continue reading →

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Dreaming in Color

Posted on February 23, 2015 by georgialeesays

I dreamed that all was yellow inside their windows a pale meringue light beamed in summer kitchens morning, forever, morning Girls in sweet sun-frocks twirled lemon-laced skirts for buttoned-up, tucked-in boys The sweet-acid taste of first loves hover above, yet … Continue reading →

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Begin a yoga practice at georgialeesaysnamaste.com

Posted on November 5, 2014 by georgialeesays

Emerson – The New Day is too dear…. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to … Continue reading →

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LOVE/LICE/LIFE LESSONS: Blood sucking parasite heals lousy relationship

Posted on August 9, 2014 by georgialeesays

Lyn De-Lousing Savannah “I called Suicide Prevention and they put me on hold” – Rodney Dangerfield This is no joke if it happens to you, my friends. Three times I called the Crisis Hotline and three times, they denied me … Continue reading →