Other Writer's Words of Wisdom

Yelling at living thing does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts...

Robert Fulghum



Crazymaking: "A form of interpersonal interaction that results from the repression of intense aggression and which seriously impairs its victim's capacity to recognize and deal with the interpersonal reality"

George Bach and Ronald Deutsch





If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you, its yours. If it doesn't, it was never meant to be.

Unknown



"What a drag it is getting old. Kids are different today,I hear every mother say. Mother needs something today to calm her down. And though shes not really ill, theres a little yellow pill. She goes running for the shelter of a mothers little helper. And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day.

Things are different today,I hear every mother say. Cooking fresh food for a husbands just a drag. So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak. And goes running for the shelter of a mothers little helper.

And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day.

Doctor please, some more of these. Outside the door, she took four more.

What a drag it is getting old.

Men just aren't the same today,I hear every mother say. They just don't appreciate that you get tired. They're so hard to satisfy, you can tranquilize your mind. So go running for the shelter of a mothers little helper. And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight.

Doctor please, some more of these. Outside the door, she took four more. What a drag it is getting old.

Life's just much too hard today, I hear every mother say. The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore. And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose. No more running for the shelter of a mothers little helper. They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day."

Rolling Stones



"I never Promised You A Rose Garden"

Joanne Greenberg



"DOCTOR GORDON'S WAITING ROOM was hushed and beige.

The walls were beige, and the carpets were beige, and the upholstered chairs and sofas were beige. There were no mirrors or pictures, only certificates from different medical schools, with Doctor Gordon's name in Latin, hung about the walls. Pale Green loopy ferns and spiked leaves of a much darker green filled the ceramic pots on the end table and the coffee table and the magazine table.

At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I reallied it was because there were no windows.

The air-conditioning made me shiver.

I was still wearing Betsy's white blouse and dirndl skirt. They drooped a bit now, as I hadn't washed them in my three weeks at home. The sweaty cotton gave off a sour but friendly smell.

I hadn't washed my hair for three weeks either.

I hadn't slept in seven nights.

My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly."

Sylvia Plath



"My clothes were bought at the flea market, always too big and laughted at by the other children in school. I can still hear them say 'It's all up in your long laced boots, ha ha.' The first new garmet I ever wore was a coat that I bought when I went to work. This I wore with great pride."

Rosemary Delaney (Memoirs of my Nana, to be re-written by none other than yours truly someday)