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
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.
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
My Daddy lived with me before he died. I didn’t write during that time. I wish I had known then about how healing it can be but knowing myself as I do now—somewhat petulant and always right, of course—I probably would’ve flung aside the idea that anything could help. Besides, when would I have had time to write? Puh-leeze! I was teaching full-time, I had a teenage daughter, my marriage was falling apart, my siblings were nowhere to be found, and I was fast approaching menopause.Read More
This weekend, my granddaughter Alex
and her parents drove up to Virginia from Raleigh Durham N.C. Alex is eight
years old, but has the wisdom of someone much older. We don't get to
spend a lot of time together so when we do, it's extra special. I had a few places planned to take her but of course
it's raining all weekend.
My home state is a polarizing shade of purple. Every election day, I violently and dutifully color in the dot next to the 'D'; with the aspiration that we indigo deeper into the blue.Read More
One day I got really irritable with myself because I spent the majority on a forum based roleplay rather than get any "actual" writing done. I told myself I had wasted the day doing nothing.
But as I got to thinking about it, I thought how much time do we waste going places we don't really want to or working jobs we really don't enjoy? How much time do we spend in a crowded room when we feel alone? How much time do I need to spend doing things to actually be productive?
I’m not the person I used to be, though the look is similar. Just like my hair turns red then grey, I’m always changing.Read More