Inside the Weird and Wacky Mind of Mama Wisnia
Here is the girl
Who wants to be good…
Wants to be good…
WANTS TO BE GOOD!
But first she NEEDS to
Knock you down
To lick your face
To nibble on your objecting fingers.
Here is the girl
Who tries really hard…
Tries really hard…
TRIES REALLY HARD!
But alas–despite scratched nose…
Sick tummy…
Reprimand…
She can’t help it.
My childhood was
An unfinished dollhouse
A beautifully-appointed almost dream house
With never finished staircase to the top floor…
A life-sized doll
With permanent golden pigtails
Which were oddly glued and would never quite behave…
A red-headed, blue eye-shadowed Barbie
That never felt quite as good
As her more expensive, prettier counterparts.
All of us are on a journey. Some of us have ended up in vastly different places than where we began. I have lived many lives, taken many detours. The one constant in all my meanderings is my love, my NEED to write. It is how I sustain myself …how I process all that I have seen and experienced along the way. Here in this little corner of the blogosphere, I will tell of my travels…happy and sad and in between. Buckle up and join me if you dare!
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