Archive for the survivors Category

unit 28

Posted in a series of unfortunate events, bewilderness, Christ-in-a-sidecar, heartache, love, mindphuck, offspring, possible tragic events, survivors, the blues, the burdens of being upright, the darkness on March 26, 2009 by whyvonne

dark and dimming
so hopelessly sans hope,
you tried your hand again

what can i do for you? my plaintive wail
“put me back in your womb.”

helpless, shaking, spun around
feelings overwhelm and
i coccoon myself…

saturated with details
meetings, and calls
playing the game,
repeating your name
it’s all the same

i am here for you.
i fight for you, i comfort you
i cry for you, would die for you.
but who will save me?


in training…

Posted in fambly and friends, grateful, heartache, humble and grateful, inner peace, making a difference, possible tragic events, science & nature, survivors, The Right Thing on February 19, 2009 by whyvonne

…approximately 73 days to go! just committed to the Vineyard ride for MS, opting for the measly 50K so as not to embarrass myself and others. LOL.

time to put down the ben & jerry’s and put on the snowshoes! wish me luck…and please consider sponsoring me! no donation is considered too small!

wherever you go, there you are…

Posted in bewilderness, growth & change, heartache, herself, inner peace, love, my inner child, shades of grey, survivors, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, the blues, the burdens of being upright, the darkness, trust, Uncategorized, W T F ? on August 8, 2008 by whyvonne

there’s an elephant in my living room!
{her name is MissTrust}
i try to lead her gently out the back door,
but she won’t budge.

i step around her gingerly,
and sometimes make believe she isn’t there.
but there she remains…

she has grown quite fat
over the years,
for so many have fed her,
unknowingly – unwittingly;
 without discretion or reservation.

she feels very comfortable here now,
welcome and nurtured…
so happy in her vastness.

i think i’ll let her stay
as long as she’d like,
and make my heart her home.

generations of valor

Posted in grateful, heartache, humble and grateful, love, making a difference, selflessness, stirring of the soul, survivors, Uncategorized on January 30, 2008 by whyvonne


this heartwarming photo courtesy of baby brother ed via e-mail today.
thank you, darlin’…
this picture speaks volumes about loyalty, commitment and brotherhood, selflessness and honor…

thank you, stevie!

Posted in art, fathers and daughters, grateful, just phucking funny, silence, stephen king, survivors, the darkness on January 22, 2008 by whyvonne

ok, here is an exerpt from The Master’s latest novel, “Duma Key.” just a little nibble for ye; go to cheap-mart and drop your own $16.88 and you can experience the entire entree! i am certain that the best is yet to come, but i already have a huge shit-eatin’ grin {whoever coined that disgusting phrase?}, and i just opened the book!

his wit, craftiness and sarcasm is what draws me to him, and keeps me hungry for more. i also happen to cherish the way he secretly names people according to their personalities or traits…

for you Constant Readers, you well know that although he has been called “the master of horror,” the body of his work is not always terrifying monsters that jump out at you in the dark. sometimes it’s the very real, palpable terror of what transpires in the deep dark regions within the mind.

…just at page ten, already reeling me in with his introduction to characters so familiar, they could be people we all know:

   …”Kathi Green the Rehab Queen had only been divorced once, but she and Tom were on the same wavelength. I remember her sitting cross-legged in her leotard, holding my feet and looking at me with grim outrage.
      “Here you are, just out of Death’s Motel and short an arm, and she wants to call it off. Because you poked her with a plastic hospital knife when you could barely remember your own name? Fuck me ’til I cry! Doesn’t she understand that mood swings and short-term memory loss following accident trauma are common?”
      “She understands that she’s scared of me,” I said.
      “Yeah? Well, listen to your Mama, Sunny Jim: if you’ve got a good lawyer, you can make her pay for being such a wimp. Some hair had escaped from her Rehap Gestapo ponytail and she blew it back from her forehead. “She ought to pay for it. Read my lips: None of this is your fault.”
      “She says I tried to choke her.”
      “And if so, being choked by a one-armed invalid must have been a pants-wetting experience…”


      My next visitor was Dr. Kamen, the psychologist who gave me Reba. I didn’t invite him. I had Kathi, my rehabilitation dominatrix, to thank for that.
      Although surely no more than forty, Kamen walked like a much older man and wheezed even when he sat, peering at the world through enormous horn-rimmed spectacles and over an enormous pear of a belly. He was a very tall, very black black man, with features carved so large they seemed unreal. His great staring eyeballs, ship’s figurehead of a nose, and totemic lips were awe-inspiring. Xander Karmen looked like a minor god in a suit from Men’s Warehouse. He also looked like a prime candidate for a fatal heart attack or stroke before his fiftieth birthday.
      He refused my offer of refreshment, said he couldn’t stay, then put his briefcase aside on the couch as if to contradict that. He sank full fathom five beside the couch’s armrest (and going deeper all the time–I feared for the thing’s springs), looking at me and wheezing benignly.
      “What brings you out this way?” I asked.
      “Oh, Kathi tells me you’re planning to bump yourself off,” he said. It was the tone he might have used to say Kathi tells me you’re having a lawn party and there are fresh Krispy Kremes on offer. “Any truth to that rumor?”

o.k., that’s all for now. gotta go…back to Duma Key.

weapons of grass destruction

Posted in just phucking funny, new england patriots, survivors on January 19, 2008 by whyvonne

no words necessary here. enjoy!

extreme makeover: homewrecker’s edition

Posted in acts of nature, changes, grateful, in the summertime, just phucking funny, shades of grey, storm, survivors, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, trust on September 2, 2007 by whyvonne


or: “WHERE, OH WHERE HAVE MY CONTRACTORS GONE?”   {c’mon….sing it with me!}

today marks approximately 65 days since “tree v. house.” 9 weeks and counting….still living out of boxes.

posting some photos so you can gaze upon the wonderment! guh. is there an end in sight? i did my bestest to post these chronologically so you can see some, uh, how do you say? –  progress…..

hopeful, humble and still -somehow- grateful,

yvonne and benjamin