A poem paints the picture. Look at Me Look at me. Say yes to me. You barely notice a life cast aside fractured and defenseless. When will you look at me? How long must I remain hopeless, caught in the darkness yet in plain view? But look at me. [...]
No Other Choice I’m confused as I mourn this mountain of hate. Demons seek to capture my hope. I will not condone this evil or ignore love. Breathe the clean air of faith and compassion. Silence the enemy. Listen to the voice of clarity that soothes my soul. I [...]
Good humor makes me laugh, but I didn't inherit the funny gene. Funny movies uplift my spirits. My husband rolls in laughter during Funniest Home Videos. Lucille Ball’s antics send me into fits of laughter. Why can some writers magically infuse humor and others? Well, some of us don’t [...]
I feel like a child trying to decide what she wants to be when she grows up. But I’m far past that stage. I’m at an age when most adults start winding down. Days fly, and I want to catch them. But for me? I have this persistent urge [...]
She told me all about the plants and flowers, but I also learned about life. Garden Walks and Memories I remember most the reverence of walking with my grandma around her garden. She knew all of their names and talked about each one as if they were a personal [...]
Curiosity, my chosen muse, speaks to me in the clouds. What hides in the wonder of clouds? The small, blond-haired girl lay in the grass, watching the sky above her. Nestled in the freshly mown grass, she wondered about the clouds floating above her. Why were some fat and [...]
Do I have a muse? I wonder As a pragmatist, I’m not inclined to hand over my creativity to something or someone beyond my control. I learned long ago that waiting for inspiration or a whisper from the ”muse” would leave me with nothing and many blank pages. Noun [...]
I needed words to give voice to this thing called love. I wanted the storybook version—the 1960s TV rendition of a family and a dad. I didn’t get that, but I still learned love. The shade from the boxy white station wagon shielded us from the blazing sun. With [...]
Most of us remain confused and silent about love. When we love we can let our hearts speak. —bell hooks I set an intention this year to write and work from a single theme each month. February seemed the perfect time for thinking, writing, and exploring love. My interest [...]
This year, I set bold intentions for my writing, photography, and living well. I’ve spent much of my life in the hustle lane. Along the way, I stressed over deadlines, my role in affecting change in organizations, and balancing my extended family's drama with my own sanity. Stress can [...]
