Wrightings

  They say you killed yourself, but don’t we all The pain thickened when your first husband called you fat even after you had the surgery he insisted upon.   The pain intensified    by your second husband loved you so much and worked so hard that he didn’t have time to be with you. And when you wanted to finally give him a child. He dropped dead of a heart heart attack.  The pain deepened as an alcoholic after the stomach surgery, which you were warned about.  The pain darkened because your mother needed assistance and you couldn’t give it  Then as your third husband used PTSD as his excuse for his affair and you finally came home to help — everything was already taken care of.  Everything except you. So as you tied    to piece together a life with the car given to you    in the home given to you, and the jobs given to you, your life became disposable.  Like all of ours.  For me, I give mine up little by little one ho...

  January 24, 2026 Dear Northern Weather The temperature is when I awoke at 6:30 am was a balmy 71°. I had my usual cup of coffee in bed, scrolled the internet for a few minutes, before getting dressed to walk my dog.  But, arrived. You’ve come to Corpus Christi on a breeze so strong it nearly blew me down. Before I got home at 7:30 AM it was 52 degrees. My bare arms and legs tinging. The temperature continued to drop, 32 by 4:00 pm.  I understand everybody likes to come south for the winter, but some are not welcome here. You frighten us with your frosty fingers and icy streets.  You nip our toes in our January sandals.  You have arrived. You may stay for one day only and then you must go. Please do not break too many pipes during your visit to our beaches.  Sincerely,  A South Texas resident