A Poem – Tired
Two weeks had passed and at the urging of my therapist, I began writing. I did it in the form...
Starting over…again.
It was around 4 am when he left. My head was spinning and odds are, I was in shock. I...
“The Pilot” part 3
The phone chime of a message received, sickened me. Why wouldn’t this woman leave me alone? We both looked at...
“The Pilot” part 2
The day my father died, I became the head of the household. There was so much to be done and...
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About Me
Groovy Gail is a Mid Western woman with a strong desire to write about her experiences and thoughts about relationships and the lies we choose to live with. Her passion for all things Mid Century Modern may have impacted her ideas about what a relationship should be like, but life’s experiences beg to differ.
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