My mother taught me many things,though not so many domestic chores.Though she was a good cook,sewed a neat stitch, and kept our house clean enough to be healthy whiledirty enough…
Your dreams were small,except for those you loved.You wanted little.Your needs were few.You had nothing of valuesave for what was in your heart,and that bounty overflowed—a never ending waterfall that…
I am a childbouncing on my father’s laplaughing as he chants a German nursery rhyme about a bird that ends with tickles and laughterI am a childbegging my mother to…
Anyone who knows me knows Christmas doesn’t start for me until Santa shows up at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. When today’s prompt was to write a love poem or…
Schadenfreude is a thing,but it’s not my thing.I don’t get joy from the misfortunes of others.It’s bad Karma,and we all knowKarma can be a bitch.I might wish for those I…
Do you remember the first time your “significant other” told you they loved you? The day? The circumstances? Some people think it’s silly and marvel that I remember it all,…
When you ask people about Edgar Allan Poe, they usually think of his horror and suspense short stories: The Tell Tale Heart, Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Black Cat,…
Romance morphs into complacency,but every now and then it spikes—champagne dinners still happen,special trips to the storefor cards filled with love—sometimes there’s noreason butlove islove,andlove mustshine sometimeslike polished goldsparkles in…
