The story of my life is wide and deep
Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep
My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom
Well, now my present includes writing wom(an) Continue reading
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Can’t Help Falling …
“It’s right under your nose! Can’t you tell?” Cindy asks, with obvious impatience.
“Nothing is under my nose nor under anything else on my body. You’re looking for something that’s just not there,” Jennifer replies tartly.
Cindy rolls her eyes. Maybe her still-single friend is still single at the age of 48 because she has no clue how to read the clues. Continue reading
Dream Talk
Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
Continue readingSummer Zen
My Summer Zen story began as a prompt to my creative writing students: “Write a story that includes the line: ‘I wish I could stay here forever.’ Each writer sunk into the memory of a ‘perfect’ day. But as I wrote my story, I realized that we all could find a perfect moment in every day.
Oh, and the header photo happened this past week – eight little turkey babies (poults) on our deck railing. I think Turkey Mama was having a perfect moment.
As lavender dusk approaches, walk me into the house, put a little music on– Rosemary Clooney, Enya, Vivaldi, the Beatles Rubber Soul– and let the fresh early-summer air meander through the open window. Yes, I’m beginning to get there. Continue reading
Green Hope
“‘Be Bop a Lula,’” he says.
“What?”
“That’s her name, ‘Be Bop a Lula.’”
Jill inwardly rolls her eyes. Jason has been softly pushing her for more during the last year. More time together, more intimacy, more thoughts of moving in together. She’s a ‘less is more’ kind of woman. At least, that’s what she’s become.
“Why is that the plant’s name?” Jill asks, pointing to the hanging plant in his hand. Continue reading
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