I am from books and paper and pen
From Dell and HP and Oxford notebooks
I am from the maple tree outside my childhood home that
Protected me from the neighbor’s Peeping Tom and
Displayed incredible colors beyond the rainbow one mystical day. Continue reading
Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
When I bounced on my great-grandmother’s knee as a 1-year-old, she told me about the legend. She repeated it often; by the time I was 5, the story trickled into my psyche.
At that age, magic is still possible, so the idea that every 100 years a magical snowflake grants a wish to the person who finds it became fact in my mind. Continue reading
So, here’s A Funny Story. Life is a lot like a snowflake – each of our experiences is different from another’s.
However, we make it through this many-pronged life by sharing our pains and joys and finding those who say, “I know exactly what you mean.”
How can that be?
I may be wicked, sitting at a bar a day before Christmas with a priest who’s ten years younger than me, but I’m not going to skedaddle and leave behind the chocolate martini that he just ordered. (Didn’t See It Coming).
Besides, Thomas is looking at me quizzically, as if he has a question but is afraid to ask.
Me? I’d like to ask him where his church is located. Oh, and I’d also like to ask him if he has a brother, because strike me down, but I find this priest quite attractive. Continue reading
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