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Dear Nana

Dear Nana

Grammy came and saw me a few days before Mom sent the email that told me you had had your stroke. I saw her in my reflection in the mirror. I had been thinking about her off and on. She didn’t say anything but I felt her very strongly. I knew it was profound but I...

This Broken Flower

This Broken Flower

I don’t look it but I am the most gentle of flower You told me I walked like a football player I would never be loved or get a good job Instead of telling me I was strong, creative and reliable you told me I was slow, stubborn and had to have things my way I craved...

I Am Sorry

I Am Sorry

I would like to take a moment to say I am sorry. I am sure I have offended someone this week and I will probably offend someone again before the week is through. As most people with chronic illness know the change of the season is hard and not only that, I had to get...

I Am In A Semi-Shut-Down

I Am In A Semi-Shut-Down

I am in a semi-shut-down. My therapist asked me to write down my emotions prior to a real shut down. I think they are pretty much the same. I feel alone. I feel stagnant. I feel exhausted. I feel like my choices don’t make an impact. I feel like I can’t have what I...

I Woke up Today From a Dream

I Woke up Today From a Dream

I woke up today from a dream. A nightmare, really...In my dream my father was trying to murder me. I know this isn’t real, but only a dream. But in the dream my father was angry because I didn’t like the way he wanted to celebrate Christmas and I wasn’t going to come....

I Do Not Want More Laws

I Do Not Want More Laws

I am so torn between putting this on my blog or directly on Facebook. I know people read my blog but they never respond and I really want to hear people’s opinions. I do not want more laws. I don’t think we have a large enough police force in Longview, Washington to...

I Am The Most Like Him

I Am The Most Like Him

I will always have a pain inside of me about my father. Out of all of his children I know I am the most like him. He protected me when I was a little girl. My mother loved me but I wasn’t the baby she wanted. She wanted children that wanted to be taken care of and for...


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