Conquering Fear through a Motorcycle by A. Klesath

Heart pounding, mind racing as I sit on the motorcycle waiting to gain the courage to move forward. I have ridden a motorcycle for a few years but last year I went flying through the air while my motorcycle remained stationary. One year later I sit upon a new motorcycle waiting to gain the courage…

The Birth of a Miracle by A. Klesath

The day you were born was one of the happiest and scariest days of my life. This sweet baby they laid on my chest screaming from the horror of being pulled out of a nice warm dark place and being put in a cold bright place. Oh, how you screamed at the top of your…

Baby Blue by A. Klesath

When you were born it was a hot summer day. You came so quickly I had barely enough time to breathe. The midwife scrambled to get ready and begged me to hold on. However, you came at your own pace; fiercely fast and racing to come out. From my position I couldn’t see you and…

Strength in Numbers by A. Klesath

At my grandmother’s funeral I sit on the front row watching my mother speak. I am always in awe watching her stand so confidently in front of a crowd. She always speaks clearly and always smiles. Her 4’11” frame barely rises over the podium. As I watch her speak so highly of her mother I…

Lessons from Smoke by A. Klesath

I had a wonderful black lab/pit bull mix for 12 long years. She was my best friend, my confidant, my shadow, and my guru. She was friendly to everyone and loved to chew on rocks. I miss her even though she died five years ago. Thankfully, in the short time I had her she taught…

Almost Home by A. Klesath

Almost Home Life is a funny thing sometimes. The people you meet everyday who can change your perception. We walk along most days with blinders on. We only see what we want to see as we get up and go to work or where ever it is we feel we need to be. We close…

A Strong Pull A. Klesath

My desk has a computer on it, as well as, a printer and photos of my children. I have a theory that organization is for the birds. I try to make it look neat and tidy when company comes, but how I do this is not by any means neat and tidy. I have six…

My Brother by A. Klesath

Originally posted on Angie Klesath:
I want to hear him laugh. I want to see him smile with those blue eyes shining. There is a purity lost inside him. In the instantaneous moment when I am lost inside his eyes, I see that he is free to laugh in spite of it all; free to let…

Don’t Fit, Just Be a. klesath

I only know what it’s like to be me. I could never claim to know what it’s like to be you. I can have empathy for you, but I can’t see through your eyes or feel what you feel. All  I know comes from my perception of my experiences.  I have felt excluded sometimes directly…

Crazy, Messed Up World by A. Klesath

I could tell you that the media is full of it and the politicians don’t care about us, but you will still believe what you want. I could tell you to turn off your media device and step outside to breath in the fresh air, but you will still do what you want. I could…