my grandmother taught me the power of one-pot. as a homemaker and working mother she was committed to make sure that her family ate well each and everyday. to this end she designed the one-pot system. at breakfast she planned her pot. she might cut up vegetables or send someone to the store to pick…
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choosing again
i remember the trip to Cleveland the cold night and frozen lake i remember sitting on a velour chaise starring out frosted windows and wondering if there were cash enough for a last minute gift i remember being tickled to get arms length from a supreme dress and lip syncing to Aretha and Aerosmith i…
Fearfree Living, an Introduction
In our everyday life there is fear. Fear has been grounded into the very fabric of who we are, how we live, how we love. So each decision we make is an effort to protect to keep safe those things that are important – family, self, beliefs, and status. What if there was a way…
crossroad, a blues?
there are all these words floating around in my head hard words / soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…
pocket therapy, part i
function in this life as a fully evolved being wrap yourself in the warmth of your own love dance without music laugh before the joke is told eat cookies hot out the oven let the lines of your face reflect more smiles than tears grieve openly and without regret walk willingly through mud without shoes and place dandelions…
if it weren’t for my kids i’d be serving 2 consecutive life sentences (as it stands i’m only serving one)
here in this very beautiful feng shui inspired space she feels slowed down. her days go by so quickly it’s usually evening before she’s had her morning coffee. the lovely purple hues and gray yet not dreary decor matches her moods. if the sound machine were a tad bit louder and the blanket on her…
on choice
i am never able to resist yellow or purple flowers. each time i see them either on the side of the road or sprouting up through cracks in the sidewalk i feel compelled to stop and admire them. i am also a great admirer of sunrises and sunsets and changing fall leaves and sprouting buds…
a day of undisturbed tranquility
it doesn’t take much sunlight peaking through nearly parted wooden blinds the roar of a car’s engine passing by simple promises of a new day of play here he is chatter and possibility what ifs begin immediately my head is full but it is no match for my heart that spills over empathy for the…
alright (reprinted in memorial of Glenn E. Williams, I)
today is the 63rd anniversary of my father’s birth. tonight i re-publish this work in his memory. it was originally published in my chapbook my grandmother’s posture in 1996. alright sometimes when I’m alone i hear your voice my tears turn temporarily to laughter sorrows, i forget sometimes, when the only company available are the…
fearfree living 