The other night, we were watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I giggled when Walter’s sister commented on the great mix tapes he used to make. That was me. Glued late nights to the radio listening for my favorite songs to record and dub and re-record- then mix and give away to friends. When I […]
Broken I should’ve never said “yes” every ounce of me knew but i was tired- trying to find and hide and hope for true in the tiny pieces of my splitting, shattered, seedling soul. Drowning in pride. Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes over my head- too young to be good […]
Oh, words four days now the busyness has swept in. I’ve swept away dirt thoughts dead- lines check marks on my floor and mental black- bored without you. Missing you sweet, sweet words. Together, let’s move forward- once again leaving the dust and past behind.
laptop Open me up turn me on photo credit: Lorenzoclick via photopin cc i’ll take dictation, sing you a song capture thoughts, follow your friends clear your windows or mac- ro lens but my web itself seems just a race- careful, I’ll invade your space […]
Prioritize, they say. Make a list- call it C, B, A. Scratch this, Check that. Say “no” more, or yes less? I’m down to 6 percent battery on my Mac but my body feels a whole lot less than than that. It’s not hard getting it all done. It’s impossible. […]
A mother’s task list never ends- her families’ life upon it depends. With countless lines of things to do, One question troubles me… perhaps you. What’s the point of folding sheets? They’ll just get wrinkled when we sleep. T-shirts- I’ll fold them all day long while I sing a happy song. But those silly, giant […]
written for the November poem a day challenge Thanks, De for always inspiring me with your words. Please check out De’s amazing blog of poetic ponderings here. The Missing One Eleven thousand dollars. contained our Spanish bank account yet our hearts were empty. Hopeless- it wasn’t as planned we were missing ONE. It should read one […]
I remember being terrified as I hid under my oak school desk with my hands wrapped around my head. Tornado warning sirens and even preparedness drills in my midwestern school as a kindergarten girl left a deep imprint in my soul. And those were just drills… warnings. This storm was Oh. So. Real. Unthinkable. Unimaginable. […]