s. b. lacroix

  • Kindred, Kindness, Karma: Journal Junkie Jargon  

    11 April, 2010 – Sunday 11:23pm I’ve been banging my head against a wall for so many years; I can’t remember when it all started. But I’ll be damned if I give up.  I miss what it was before it became tainted; like everything becomes when money is involved. I miss what it gave me,

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  • The Uncertainty

    The Uncertainty

    I heard nothing until he spoke my name. His haunting voice echoed in my mind as I attempted to get on with my daily chores. The day was bleak. Black birds of every kind gathered in my yard, their screeching unable to be ignored. Had they come to warn me? Had they come to announce

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  • Moments of Gold

    Moments of Gold

    There are days I’m not sure where anything is going. My head is heavy with a fog that makes it hard to think let alone function. It’s something deep—a complete and total exhaustion of both body and mind. It persists and becomes an uneasiness that affects every thought I have. It grabs ahold of my

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  • Where the Witches Live

    Where the Witches Live

    Little towns are notorious for gossip, most people know (or know of) most other people. The rumor mill makes for excitement in a small country town, I suppose.  For the most part, I’m the type of person to mind my own business, however; my husband and I have indulged in a bit of town gossip

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  • A Witch on the Beach

    A Witch on the Beach

    I was at the beach yesterday. It was a beautiful day, and the water was warm. My son had a ball diving into the waves and building sand castles. I was walking barefoot through the hot sand making my way to parking lot to retrieve something from my SUV. On the way, I passed a

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  • Printing of the Pages

    Printing of the Pages

    I sat at my desk as the printer produced page after page. My husband walked by, stopped, and picked up the stack of pages. He began reading. I continued to click print. The printer kept printing. He continued to read. Except for the sound of the printer, it was silent, until he spoke. “I thought

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  • Caught In the Rain

    Caught In the Rain

    On a warm summer afternoon I went for a walk to one of my favorite places, the cemetery. It’s a lovely place with beautiful old headstones, and where huge maple trees stand in rows down the center. In the summer the green leaves offer a canopy of shade, and the grass is a plush emerald

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