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…
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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…
ernest
he stood 5 feet four inches burst pimples scarred his face from cheek to cheek the breadth of him vast no less than 50 extra pounds settled into places no child should carry weight he did not speak no superheroes or high scoring athletes held court within him his mind a perceived blank guarded constantly…
women hunt, men gather?
at what point did a Random Man outweigh a Good Woman women selling themselves so short they are willing to accept crumbs while claiming to be worth diamonds work a full time job manage a household singlehandedly with only a spot here and there raise a wo/man these credentials sudden liabilities women…
Secret Sharer helps Save the Day
Sonji had known she was different since before she could walk. Only her very best friend in the whole wide world Francis knew her secret. Sonji was a sharer. Telling anyone outside of Francis would have been a death sentence. Her mother would probably have preferred if Sonji had told her she was a…
consumerism and stewardship: can they really co-exist?
an ethic that embodies responsible planning and management of resources, stewardship. i have stuff. lots and lots of stuff. i have so much stuff that my house at time fills overstuffed with stuff. i shift stuff from closet to closet. i invent cubby spaces to house table overflow and shake drawers in awkward attempts to…
midlife aspirations
wind against my face i race hugging the wall the music behind me the pace i keep my own my first freedom wheels to wood floor sweat pouring down my back i lean into it steady and balanced cute not my agenda i’m going for fierce and strong i race no one in particular one…
flying squirrels and little drummer boys: why i salute natalie hawkins
my son plays the drums. he’s 5 years old but he’s been playing a backbeat since he was 2. at 20 months he assembled a makeshift set of pots pans steel lids buckets popcorn and coffee cans together to create a set and drum to michael jackson singing ‘you can’t win’ from the wiz. family…
indubitable morning
mountains remind me images i once scribbled on a paper table cloth so far away from ex-forever and swanky restaurants i think on impossibilities station wagons with propeller jets $1.50 school for girls just like me fluffy softness of a formerly frozen jelly sandwich melting in my mouth and the apple he balances perfectly on his…
its complicated…til its not
in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…
fearfree living 