One day you will be loved the way you are supposed to be loved. They will soak up all of your laughs, smiles, and tears. They will stand beside you in your weakest moments. They will hold onto every word that slips from your lips. TheyRead More
You told me today that you were seeing someone. It’s been two months since we’ve had a rendezvous. In total, we have spent maybe 20 days together. I’m just guessing. I don’t do math here. That’s your job.
I played it cool. I wished you well. We said we would stay in touch.
I was star-gazing on the rooftop. The man on the moon began to descend, he grabbed my hand and took me to Jupiter.Read More
My mother use to say "take time to
Sit and count your blessing, count them one by one and see what God
Has done." She had made her transition from this life to the next,
But those words are ingrained in my
Mind and in my heart.
When picturing the afterlife I see you. In an endless field of dandelions we run.Read More
Stewie died almost a year ago when he was sixteen. Sadly, his life ended in suffering; he had kidney disease and all of our attempts to care for him, to make him comfortable, failed. He was skin and bones, and dragged himself from room to room. It was past time when my husband took him to the vet to be euthanized.Read More
There was once a man I needed to have be dead. I got as far away from him as I could get, and told myself that was far enough. Then time went by, years, and whenever he came into my mind, which was less and less over time, I told myself he was surely dead by now.
But last night as I was falling asleep, a voice said you don’t know. You don’t know for sure he’s not drinking a beer right now. People can live a surprisingly long time.Read More
He will never be you. His eyes will never see through to my soul. His smile will never make me catch my breath.Read More
To turn my lover into poetry I would have to elaborate on the way his bony arms look fragile but are strong enough to hug me tight enough to put the shattered pieces of me back together again.Read More
I have a stack of sleep books on the dining room table as high as my head. I’ve read every blog, posted in (almost) every Facebook group. I’ve followed “sleep gurus” on Instagram – guides on this never ending journey to figure out how to get my child to nap. And now I’m dissenting from the groupthink.Read More