This year I am a participant in the Poetry Gauntlet at Lexington’s Carnegie Center. This means I committed to writing 100 poems in 2020. Here’s #24: another Saturday morning I deliberate as to my astuteness what am I ready for change has already come I ponder my own acceptance sure, I belong but as what? … More wrecked beauty
Sunday morning pre 8am. A car alarm goes off periodically this morning and I am unsure as to why the car owner doesn’t permanently handle this situation. Not quite like clockwork, as the times are intermittent, it continues. I’d prefer to not have the noise interruption, thank you. I can’t decide if the word of … More wilderness and/or wasteland
saw a couple dogs yesterday close and personal they each greeted me imposed upon my space and I was glad another dog the day before tiny, a yapper the dog beyond the apartment door on Elkwood I pictured him large, based on sounds and of course the barker across the street I walked a usual … More {the difficulty of monitoring ones life during a pandemic}
A few people ask me, fairly frequently, if I’ve been writing. What they’re generally asking about is my blog. Which you are currently reading! They’re wondering if I’ve posted a new entry. Or come up with anything I might deem clever to say. And the truth is. I have not posted regularly for a while. … More a different route
Our most important signs are signaled to us via nature. At least that’s my opinion. Sun, moon, stars. Or in my case today, a plant. Well, two plants. One a flowering vine which grew from seeds I planted in the spring. Purple flowers. Intertwining and a sort of randomness amongst its beauty. Now it’s done. … More life goes on
Sunday morning and it finally rained. Late night last night, meaning I drove home from Cincinnati. I found myself at a street fair. All dressed up and somewhere to go. Let me back up. Oh, it’s raining now. As if the world waited for me to fully embrace the truth and lifted the drought. If … More write while it rains
Friday night and I was walking up Main Street. A young man ran by. As in running for exercise ran by. Shorts. No shirt. Headed the same direction as me but moving quicker. I didn’t pay all that much attention. If I’d considered it more I would have guessed he was a college student, as … More reimagining
Looking back, this particular week has afforded the expenditure of much emotional energy. I suppose there are weeks like that. Not necessarily planned, but how it ends up playing out. Realizations of self. Lessons learned. And relearned. How to be a better mom, friend, coworker. Person in general. Efforts made, even if unnoticed. A reminder … More performance
Last Tuesday was my daughter’s twenty first birthday. I generally write a blog post on my kids’ birthdays but this year, I couldn’t bring myself to come up with anything which seemed right. So I waited. June, for me, is not the easiest of months. I do not feel inclined to write all the whys. … More diamonds
People joke often, using the phrase, “livin’ the dream”. It’s generally when we find ourselves doing something not so pleasant right? And we choose to be sarcastic. But here’s the thing. This is Mother’s Day weekend and as I sit here and contemplate…I’m happy that my two kids are, to an extent, living their dream(s). … More self grace
Upon a Sunny Day 