Me, Marsha Marie

  Dear Diary,  If I could write a running news tag, I would warn others not to believe everything that they read online. Despite who is writing it, you just cannot 100% trust them. Make sure to vet everything yourself. For example, I myself have read two things online about me in the last year that totally floored me. Let's look closely at these two times so you can see what I mean.  The first story was very funny. One day I was Googling some friends from my past. You know how you look up folks that you went to high school with, right? Just wanted to see how they are doing now. Surely, I am not the only one who has done this. Well anyway, I put in one of my best friend's name and was so saddened to find out that her father had past away. I clicked on his obituary and started reading the family statement. As I read thru, floods of memories came to me. I really love that family. I continued reading of my friend's siblings and their spouses. Until I got to her brother. And m...

If I Could Speak to an 11-Year-Old-Me a poem by Marsha Marie childhood youth  what do you know  times of wind change with the seasons  whispers of knowledge i have for you study and study hard  keep to yourself and leave out the carbs lower your voice and your gaze  for your heart becomes easily blazed  future self hear my plea from a fucked up future i beg you to flee but wait.......... without those mistakes would my children be three?  would culture and languages abide within me?  my children so loving just the way they are had i not turned down that road so far so never mind 11-year old me  it's best you continue down the road that is to be 

 Dear Diary,  Today I want to take you back to my very first memory. As you can imagine my first memories are blotchy at best. But this is how I remember my oldest-oldest-one. (Yes, I know I said the word "oldest" twice. It just seemed to fit here. Okay, grammar police?!) I figure I must have been lying on my back and a man looking down at me. Just past him, I could see a horse with a chain that seemed to be floating in the air. I don't remember any sounds or smells. Just seeing this man with bushy hair on each side of his face, with some more on top of his head.  You know, I find it interesting that I'm using vernacular that I would use today if I were to describe a scene in my everyday life. But let's try explaining it as how I really remember it--- childlike . I thought it would be fun to describe this first memory in a stick-figure-drawing. Again, blotchy at best.  And this is what I came up with.  Well, as you can see, there is a man, or an alien (which wou...

  Passing Glances  by Marsha Marie scared hallow faces rhythm ting ting as the tube tinkers a somber tune on the IV pole with flowered blue petals keeping us steady war heroes in the hall, sharing their past i asked are you sharing old war stories ?  the man shows pic of his bone on his phone  "yes, just making them up as we go" (he chuckles) keith - the rolling wizard.  a smile across his face.  "hi, hope you're just here for a headache!" you can hear him rolling down the hall  with the sound of  a glass IV bottle ......i think, what year am I stuck in?  the nurses and assistants are the real unsung heroes i get that now pats on my shoulder , a tissue to wipe the tears  "Do you want a hug?"   .....yes, please!

  Dear Diary,  Today's writing prompt was for me to list out everything that annoys me throughout a typical day. That sounds so negative, so instead, I want to list out some things that I really love about a typical day.  I love seeing my daughter in the morning. She is in her 30's and still comes to my room each day to give me a hug and tells me that she loves me. What could be better than this, right!? I love how everyone in my family plays with our cat, Simon each day. Simon is such a personality, that I cannot imagine our home without him. And I am sure everyone else feels the same. What a spoiled baby he is! I love my one glass of Pepsi with ice in the mornings. I only allow myself to have one a day, so this morning-Pepsi is a special treat for me. Sometimes, I want more, but have learned to control it. 😂 I love my bathroom. Yeah, you heard me right---my bathroom. Not sure what the psyche is on that, but I really love my own personal bathroom and a hot shower. Real...

  I Hate Cancer  by Marsha Marie  If ever there were a topic that was easy to write about, it would be how much I hate having cancer. Diagnosed in November of 2023, my life took a drastic change in direction. "Leukemia," they told me. "You will die if you do not start treatment immediately; two months tops."  I felt like my world had ended. The next few months were a long blur of tears, fear and vomiting.  Yes, my hair fell out. I felt like everyday could possibly be my last.  Then an option was given to me. I could get a stem-cell transplant and get an 80% survival rate. So my two choices were try to survive or die. I chose to try.  So, in March of 2024, I watched donated tiny stem-cell particles stream down a tube and into my arm. (You could actually see them when you put a light on it. Quite cool when you think about it.)  Since the diagnosis, I have lost about 70 pounds, and have taken what feels like thousands of pills. Mood swings are up and...