There was a time my mind was overcome with images, bombarding me with flashes, details, storylines, annoying me with an overload of ideas. I was bothered, even angry that I had no relief. Now I sit here trying to remember the last time an idea floated in my head; I am a vacant open field of dead, dried grass. I do not even need to be mowed but simply swept with an old broom to wipe away my brown, brittle remnants. I crackle underfoot with no hint of green. I provide no nourishment; I am ready to be snowed upon and frozen.

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caccy46 is a mother of two who's been married for 32 years.

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Comment by Zelda Martin on October 27, 2008 at 11:01am
caccy46, I believe we are SSS (Six Sentence Sisters). You have described perfectly the way I feel about my dried-up mind.
Comment by lagirl on October 25, 2008 at 11:54pm
get some fertilizer...or alcohol...
Comment by Robert McEvily on October 24, 2008 at 6:19pm
Hardy har har...
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on October 24, 2008 at 5:26pm
By the way...why do you look like Rob?
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on October 24, 2008 at 5:25pm
caccy46, This is beautiful writing--not as dry as you think. Excuse me I have to get a tissue.

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