On October 16th, I will walk a half marathon. This is either the bravest or the dumbest idea I have ever had in my whole entire life (and I’ve had some pretty harebrained ideas). A half marathon is 13.1 miles of nonstop movement. In addition to committing myself to endure 13.1 miles of nonstop movement,…
emancipation proclaimed from the mountaintop
preamble my biggest fear is that stress will kill me. my biggest fear is that one day my son, my sweet baby boy, will walk in my room call my name and be forever changed because his mother has died in her sleep of a heart attack, or stroke or aneurysm. my biggest fear is…
showing up (a day late, a dollar short)
have you done this before? his question was innocent his eyes unyielding mask off this pain is all consuming. I mean are you familiar with what to do? have you done ‘this’ before? my head swims with 21 years worth of sorrows names no longer matching the right faces, circumstances now skewed. was it domestic…
vivacity
balls drop & bounce & bounce & bounce kitchen dishes broken dryers layers & layers of clothes shoe shopping pants fittings & the list goes & goes & goes walking singularly it falls to you vision keeper dream weaver no second but a village of helpers so you’ve no right to scream headed to the…
mother appeal
he is crying i cannot get him to take another step he is yelling they kill us! they kill us! i’m too little to do anything! it was just a quick pizza run just up the street a hot ‘n ready in hand home for a night of last year’s blockbusters but he will…
Sentinel Sentiment (Joy)
I watch them sleep In these wee hours These me hours I sit and unfold myself Bedside listening to Easy breathing Eyelids flutter Shy smiles dance Upon his lips and I Know the moment I’ve been waiting for He laughs out loud Flipping over I rise More slowly today Returning to my own harbor I…
rainbow hunting 101 (not just for colored girls)
i have been holding my breath holding my hands holding this bill holding it back holding it in while holding it down now at this closing stage this ending phase this last part this new start breathing is no longer a luxury there are full minutes of standing still when you are not…
please stand by…
this old body is just a bit worn down. we’ll be back to regular programming tomorrow.
born late (if you believe in due dates that is)
at 43 weeks gestation she stuffed herself into a taxi in the cold dead of a January morning with the determination and quiet resolve of a newly designated mother after 27 hours of pacing he marveled at the 5 pound newness of her perfect fit in his hands what wonder is this he asked…
swashbucklers, ramble rousers, voyagers galore
hot summer rain, steam streams off side walks and the hard concrete of a 12 by 14 front porch. broken drain becomes Niagara falls, though we have never seen it. pictures from mama’s Britannica are all we need to know this is what it must look like. “Monsoon,” he screams and we laugh so loud…
fearfree living 