Next in LineThere are always piles of laundrywaiting to be washed,but eventually it gets done,and we start all over again.But there’s one pile that never dwindles down to nothing—the TBR…
Talking to yourself is easier than talking to other people,who often aren’t listening anyway.I may not always do what I tell myself I should,but that’s not a matter of not…
There’s no putting it off any longer,the holiday season is officially here.Bombarded with ads at every turn,I console myself with the thoughtthat at least they’re not political.Everyone feels the added…
These days I mostlymeander through life.I do what I want,which might be nothing at all.No alarms to be set for the crack of dawn,I get up when I want,go 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…
The black cat likes to sleep on my stone porch.He’s not my cat, but that doesn’t bother me.I understand the sun on the stonesis a lovely place for him to…
In this changing worldI don’t know how to respond.If I say nothingwhen I’m exploding inside,that’s a response, isn’t it?When I choose to speak it’s because I’ve lost control.My frustration withstupidity…
It was a school daylike any other,except it was Friday—and the week before Thanksgiving.The holidays were coming,and even though it wasn’t very cold,we knew Christmas wasn’t far off.I was in…
When a child asks whywe try to give them an answerthey can understand.Sometime this leads to a string of whys—why,why,why,why.We keep answering untilour knowledge or our patienceruns out,until our frustration…
Please explainthe reason for your greed.Understand,I know we all have needs,But excessgone crazyis madness.Do you carechildren sleepwith hunger?Can’t you seeno health carekills people?Did no oneteach you tolove others?Do you sleepwell…
The old womanheld a gnarled hand over her eyes,and squinted into the brilliant sun.Yesterday the sky was darkwith roiling clouds and rumbling thunder,the kind her mother always saidwas the angels…
I was raised on optimism.Though we weren’t rich,somehow I always knewI had a warm place to sleepand there would be food on the table—even though it wasn’t always food I…
