Lisa’s Watercolors, Peace & Tuscany

Peace Is a Place I walk across this bridge, Of which I often trod.  Waters ripple and flow, Caressing earth and sod. Breezes comb my hair, Gentle on my nose, Fragrances so sweet, Drifting from primrose. I think of this my place, Daydreams never cease, So everywhere I go I always carry, Peace. *** Tuscany Fill my glass,…

Vomiting All Over Facebook

I was told, by a family member, in a round about way, through social media, that all respect for me was lost.  Gone… No, no names were used, but I knew…sometimes…you just know. Why did they lose respect? Because I used words like “Fuck,” “God Damn,” “Go to Hell,” in response to, what I believe…