The Asylum
My body fizzed and hummed with the energy like electricity and my hair standing on end all over me the energy of the place no one there but I could feel them their essence all around wanting me to share their lives
Til I am done
I live my life like I write til I am done ~ Amba Elieff
Plain words
I write plain words that before your eyes create pictures you can see feel taste touch and understand without dissection or dictionaries ~ Amba Elieff
Watch for signs
There were signs I didn’t know enough to pay attention to too young controlling comments needing things his way the tension starting to build as the date got closer the downpour the speed trap ticket on the honeymoon yeast infection reading Les Misérables by the pool...
Celebrating me
It is not the wedding that I celebrate the anniversary or the divorce it is me ~ Amba Elieff
Book magic
She still loved books that she could pick up hold in her hand and read the magic inside ~ Amba Elieff
Searching for a Mother
I am still searching for a mother I recognize it in every email I send texts calls to women I have collected in my lifetime cheerleaders listeners huggers staying in contact with long gaps between telling hey I did this hey I did that here is the latest new in my...
You were young
Every time I look back and wander into a memory I tell myself you were so young and the foolish guilt and shame that wells up eases just a little
Clouds in relationships
One day that is how it happens one day all the barriers disappear for a moment and you see the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you telling you that you are the only one and you feel loved and everything is happy and you realize the cloud in your relationship is...