Do you a jibber Jabber?

Did you come out late in life? Did you date the wrong sex to please those near and dear to you? Was that toxic to you? People will never get born Gay it wasn’t a choice like what Cologne you wanted to wear to fit in! Have you always tried to please those you loved?

Victoria Laurie and Charlene Harris and Juliet Blackwell

A real Medium, A real witch, A a terrific imaginative mystery writer who writes about supernatural, The witch is in San Francisco mysteries, The medium is also a romantic mystery writer who also writes about ghost mysteries, They brighten my study if how to be a really good writer, Two of these authors I read

Another fifty mph wind

When wind is so strong your vehicle sounds like a thin bit of metal, But you still need antifreeze and to mail books to Alaska, My cousin John Rohr & wife own the bakery there, Probably not seen John since his sister Rebekah’s death in the eighty’s, When you say a number its like that

Politicians, weathermen and narcississist family members,

One lies for votes, One lies and call it prediction’s, Snow predicted in Quasqueton never fell here that is! Narcississist family members soil other family members good names just to be the the Belle of the ball, Only the weather person with the science advancing has potential in the long run to be of assistance,

Eight O nine

Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazine

Dark six twenty-five

Sophie’s cuddly, Chester slept front of home, October twenty-forth three days, Two years ago since my baby sister died, I will always see Ellen’s rise as unfair, To me, Her children, Her grand daughter just five then, Little Mela so much life to live yet, Six months after mom Marian Deloris Bittenger Heike escaped the

Tippy tippy top girl

Ellen Beth Heike was that girl, Ellen where’s my kid sister, I was always a kid in the ground looking up, Proud my baby sister reach the top, Until you reach the time without me, Sisters are supposed to grow old together, How do you grow old together what is gone, Species life alone leaves

Putting away

How do you put family as if in a bag, Out of site, Not call, Not text, Not email, Treat as if dead, All they have are lies told by a narcissist , I the one forgotten, I the one like Elf on the shelf, I miss them, I miss hugs, Miss family, Miss caring,

Selling

Sale My bookstore on PangoBooks | handle: @valwhitewolf | https://pangobooks.com/bookstore/valwhitewolf Give a good deal, Tell one, Tell all, Six books/$6 for $30, Five books/$7 for $30, July 10th,2022 -July 20th at 3am,2022, Witching hour Then like Cinderella snd pumkin and mice, Magic shall descent upon my book prices, Bingo/Bango prices will return ince more to

Comparing

Life’s scratches, I have a friend sure her bumps and scratches beat mine, Life is like a game, Their turn to chat, Then when its yours they say ‘well Val you can’t compare your pain to mine!’ Come on,how would she know she blows me off, Changes happen in time, Not right away, But our