An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Sometimes I wonder: does anyone read what I put on the page? do my words ever make a difference? Am I wasting my time as I tap on my keyboard my fingers cramp up every hour, every day? I have a voice  that must be heard my characters have stories but what if the audience is Just me? Will I be one of those  whose words make an impact only after I am dead? At that point, I wouldn't give a damn. Should I scream louder Defy the algorithm Be bold and obnoxious Scatter my energy? Or should I just write let my ideas tell the tale And my truth ring true even if no one cares? My writer's heart wonders.  

She wants the keys to the car but I still see her as she sits at the table with her plushies all around and asks me to pour tea into tiny plastic cups as she plays hostess in a princess dress and wears a crown upon her head.  

Children are  meant to dream of a better world  and a brighter  tomorrow a life free from conflict that is not of their own making a home not torn by hunger  and confusion a future in harmony with those around them instead of  being shackled  to their elders'  obsession  with the past.

For all that you have and all that lie at your fingertips the breath in your lungs the wind in your hair the sight in your eyes the song in your ears the beat of your heart the laughter in your soul the smile of your loved ones the fight in your spirit Love and loss triumph and defeat life and death

It's still warm Nature's thermostat is definitely broken a White Christmas with no snow a blazing summer with cold rain Hibernating bears wake up grumpy Confused snowbirds head back early The storms happen earlier and more intense The calendar no longer makes sense.

Eighty years old She lives in the past She thinks they all have eyes on her judge her by  her past sins. All of her secrets are known by now Those are the details circulated decades ago and scandals dead  and buried and forgotten. In her mind they are like albatrosses that weigh her down A scarlet letter that all see and remember though it is old and withered and tattered. The problem with  clinging to the lies  when everyone  long knows the truth  it makes you look  like a deluded fool.

When your body tells you to rest you can ignore at your own risk And it is advantageous to take a break when you have a chance instead at an awkward time that you cannot afford to lose. Learn from my mistakes don't believe that you are invincible because sooner or later fate will override your ego.