She drew in a long breath and let it out. She caught her reflection in the glass door and shifted the bakery box into her left hand, opened the door with her right, and expected the worst. Why was it that she always expected the worst? Everyone in the room cheered and drawled her name.… Continue reading Some Kind of Loveable
I think I know how David felt Holding an ordinary stone A poet's soul A warrior's stance As an army mocked his boast They stood and laughed But didn't know He'd faced lions, not alone But with the strength, with the help Of one mightier than those Face your giant, not with armor That the… Continue reading Stand Your Ground
A letter to my daughter: "...you and I understand each other and ourselves better when we collide sometimes. It’s this part – our clashing – that made me pause my work and write to you..."
Some things in life go perfectly Some people find the perfect fit the first time I just seldom happen to be among the “some” Like new jeans… I hate those things First, you inch into one of the legs, and Do a kind of hop-step-jump into the other And shimmy and stretch them up and… Continue reading Pocket Full of Shoestrings
The truth escaped my mouth with finality. I repeated it to myself. Wow. Then he looked at me, right into my heart, and he slowly and deliberately spoke these words:
Beach Walk #1 We made our way down the crooked path lined with greyed boards and sand that led to the beach. The July wind brushed my hair into my face. A seagull cried overhead.We took off our sandals and tossed them beside the gate so our bare toes could feel sand and surf. The… Continue reading Beach Walks
Have you ever had one of those nights? The kind that slithers into your heart, curls up in a corner, and slowly overtakes the room. An atmosphere changer. In times like these I just have to speak truth to my soul.
Sometimes I dream, if only on the page, of a Prairie running as far as the eye can see and a Stream - babbling and bouncing over rocks and roots and A sky made just for me Sometimes I flee a rain cloud overhead, all the while Wishing it would softly rain on me; That… Continue reading Writing Me . . .
My laundry needs folding. My bed is not made. I NEED a Skinny Vanilla Latte (+ Gold Member Points). And this migraine in my head is all about that bass.