The lives our parents lived doesn’t necessarily have to be the lives we lead.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

In this poem, apart from wanting to note society’s general ignorance around the illness, I wanted to highlight even those with HD in their families can try to hide from accepting it exists and the 50% chance of inheriting.

Denial is actually a big part of living with HD and there is a big problem with people not knowing the risks of passing on HD to their children and being given the opportunity to make life changes before it is too late.

At age 56, I am hoping never to grow up. Oh, I shoulder my share of responsibility, but play-time is the best part of life.

Life choices, we all have to make them for better or worse. We follow a path for awhile and then change directions, take detours, make mistakes, fail to follow through. We get caught up in propaganda and prejudices. We are afraid of making waves and just follow the herd, do what everyone else is doing but where is it leading us?

Do you keep choosing the wrong men? This is a little girl’s memory of her father. How does your first relationship with a man, your father, determine your life’s path, inspire your future choices and determine how you learn to feel about yourself.

The term “simple life” is a lot easier said than done.

This poems briefly introduces me to the reader. In summary, we do many things in life but still not really sure what we want to do in life. It’s just different events and people inspired me to write. This is the beginning