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2014 in Review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people.

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Silent Shadows


I’ve stumbled through life, never finding my way
Looked at the world through lenses of grey.
The monsters I claim, from under my bed
Are now nestled tight and close in my head.

They whisper things and have me believe
I’m not here for joy, but only to grieve.
The noise in my head echoes unbroken,
The door to my heart, they left it wide open.

For darkness to crawl in and find a nice place,
Where tears are constant, devoid of all grace.
They filled it with sorrow ingrained in a crown
So heavy to wear, I fight not to drown.

Happiness tries to fight its way in
To find an illusion; constant shadow within.
It turns on the light to chase it away –
The darkness’ assault pulls it quick in the fray.

This shadow my monsters have cast over me,
Keeps me wrapped tight, can’t seem to get free.
The fight to evict them, to push them away
Is silent and vast – can’t keep them at bay.

Shaped by our minds, we become what we think,
They try us or tie us in knots ‘til we sink.
When the candle was lit, my shadow was cast,
With each breath I do ask how much longer I’ll last.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.



In the light of what we know
Words can be hard or light like snow.
Unmerciful, callous, and daring,
They can caress you or be blaring.

Words are the building blocks of life
For they can slice you like a knife.
They scar you more than you will think,
And they can push you to the brink.

Words – echoes of eternity
Planting the seed of sweet serenity.
The power to impress the mind,
Becomes the sword that slices blind.

Words are a prison or escape,
An outlook can be reshaped.
They’ll build you up or cut you down,
And stomp you right into the ground.

Be mindful of the words you choose,
Taste them for they become your muse.
Your gracious words can save a life,
Or end a bitter tasting strife.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

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Thank You

Dear Stepfather –

You were tall, dark, and handsome. You were change; you were a breath of fresh air. My world began anew when you gallantly walked into my life. The fog surrounding my young life lifted and the sun shone brightly once more.

I was young and impressionable when you arrived. You emerged from darkness and brought light into my sad and lonely world. You were my role model, you were my hero, and you were my victor.

You held me up through teenage angst, failed friendships, and sibling rivalry. You were a confidant, a father, a friend. You loved me and guided me through marriage and the happiness of motherhood.

My ambition soared because of you. I became the happy person I am today because of you. You were the reason I searched for and found the love of my life, my knight in shining armor, my soul mate. I am loved and adored because of you.

You taught through example; you taught me the value of marriage and partnership. I am respectful and kind because of you.

Because of you I celebrate love, friendship, motherhood, and life.

Thank you for the sacrifices. Thank you for the worry. Thank you for your priceless teachings.

You Made Me a Better Mother

When you slapped me and struck me with a belt, I vowed to never treat my children with such horror.

When you lovingly kissed me and placed your tongue in my mouth, I recoiled and vowed to fight against people like you.

When you punched my sister, I vowed to stand up to bullies, no matter their size, strength or age.

When you touched me inappropriately, I vowed to protect my children from monsters like you.

When you forced me to choose between you and my mother, I vowed to never put my children in such a powerless and frightening position.

You Made Me a Better Wife

When you punched, slapped, and kicked my mother, I vowed to not accept such treatment from any man.

When you threatened to kill my mother and us, her children, I vowed to protect the helpless.

When you cheated on my mother, I vowed to never follow in your footsteps.

You Taught Me Honor and Respect

When you called my sister, my mother, and me vile names, I vowed to be respectful.

When you struck your own mother, brother, and father, I vowed to be kind and respect my elders.

Thank you dear stepfather for all the invaluable lessons.

Thank you for teaching me right from wrong.

Most of all, thank you for teaching me respect, love, honor, honesty, and integrity, despite overwhelming odds.