This post is a bit different from previous Father’s Day posts. This story is loosely based on actual events that happened to my father. Names have been altered, but the basics are true. My father told me many stories of … Continue reading
Handfuls of Moonlight Your love, more precious than a handful of moonlight. Gossamer threads magically weave their way around my open heart and into my spirit, intangible evidence that love is. Inhale butterfly breaths; drink sweet … Continue reading
It’s Too Hot “I’m not going.” Bill plopped in his recliner and turned on the television. “What do you mean, ‘You’re not going’?” “Just what I said, Linda. You understand English, don’t you? I am not going!” “But you promised … Continue reading
Memorial Day 2018 It’s raining today. Not just cloudy with the occasional drizzle, but full out rain that turns the world gray and sucks the life out of you. It seems appropriate, somehow, that barbecues, beach parties, and other … Continue reading
So it’s Mother’s Day again. Everyone knows being a mom is hard work. Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry, but the love between mothers and their children gets us through life. After all, without our mothers, we wouldn’t be here … Continue reading
The April PAD challenge is coming to a close. Tomorrow will be the final day and hopefully, I’ll manage to complete it again this year. As usual, there have been poems that felt forced, just following prompts, and trying to … Continue reading
April is more than 2/3s done, which means the push for me to meet the PAD (poem a day) challenge gets a little harder every day. But if I can borrow a phrase that’s currently popular, still I persist. Writing … Continue reading
The April PAD challenge hasn’t been going as well as I’d hoped. Real life has interfered and I’m a few poems behind schedule–but the optimist in me says I can catch up before time runs out. So to prove I … Continue reading
April is National Poetry Month, so I’m back in the middle of the Poem-A-Day challenge. Six days in and even though it’s been a very rough week with real life getting in the way, I’ve managed to keep up. So, … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Sister Mary Agnes She sat in the wheelchair with balloons tethered to its handles. There weren’t one hundred of them, of course; a hundred of them might have lifted the chair and its pencil-thin inhabitant from the ground. … Continue reading