Themes are good, right? I actually find them helpful and since I currently need to write 26 more poems to meet my 2020 goal of 100, I decided {dream} would be a good one. Not sure how long I’ll linger with this dream theme. But here goes… last night I had the strangest.which is a … More dream(s) to light
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
Today my son is playing his guitar in Athens, Georgia. Which is, you most likely know, a musical hotbed. REM. The B-52s. Probably the most well known bands but there are many that hail from Athens. My son’s electric guitar though is here in my home. Not with him because he is a devoted player … More arriving
There are weeks which are unique. I’m labeling this past one a passageway week. I’m a fan of Narnia. As in the book series written by CS Lewis. How there are passageways into another realm. One minute you’re in the known, comfortable, realistic world. The next, someplace so absolutely different it’s nearly beyond comprehension. Again, … More passageways
My orchid finally bloomed again. Let’s go back a bit. My orchid is a rescue orchid. In that someone left it behind and I decided to make it mine. So, technically I did not bring it out of a life of peril. I brought it home, repotted it, and placed it on my mantle, where … More orchid
I’m not exactly sure why, but on Sunday afternoon I straightened a few things up. As in my home. I moved some clutter out of my son’s room. And made a plan for the remaining bit. I took a few minutes to better organize my closet and while it doesn’t look great and a “neat … More dream
Remind me again. Why I’m here. What I love. What my heart yearns for. I forgot. Or thought it was gone. Until last week. It hit me while standing in my bathroom. Those girls. Those girls coming over Saturday. They aren’t any different. No different really than my girl. My daughter. What do I want … More girls
There’s the proverbial, One day you wake up and everything is different. For me, it’s more like, One day I drove home and nothing was the same. Tonight no one I’ve shared the house with the last years of my life will come home. I am alone with CJ the beagle. My son is at … More charting the unexpected
Over a year ago, my daughter and I watched a television program called Motor City Rising. As you might have assessed from the show title, it was about revitalization in Detroit. We were especially interested in a non-profit featured on the program, Humble Design. As I watched the segments of the program that specifically … More if I could
Upon a Sunny Day 