Short but sweet… Hold My HandThey say that the eyesAre the window to the soul Providing a glimpse To our Joy Sadness Anxiety Love But while our eyes are the window Our touch is the doorway To truly feel those emotions With each other Wild Flowers In the midst Of the fear Of the hate…
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Poetry Sunday
Savor the Moments There are moments When all is Right With the world And our heart Is at peace Though They may be temporary They may be fleeting Avoid Wondering When How If They will end Sometimes our peace Is changed Merely By our need To know What Happens Next Cherish the moment And just…
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Anyone else have this issue? My body’s an accordion Never in its case Sometimes it’s big Sometimes it’s small Never taking the same space I wish I were a cello Or a lithe violin The clothes would need To be but one size For my body to fit in But nope…I am a squeeze box…
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Ever realize that your inner voice has developed an external speaker? Words, slip out so easy, While I try to hold them in My frontal lobe just lags behind as my limbic system kicks in my Inner Child runs about with Judgement at her heels sense and reason tossed aside as Sarcasm spins her wheels…
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When Your Vision Board Attacks You
I was attacked by my Vision Board…or actually, the vision board may have been a passive participant and the bulletin board was the main culprit…it’s hard to tell. I’m thinking that the Vision Board was the instigator since my behavior while sitting next to my Vision Board was less than ‘visionary’. It was more like…counter-productive…since…
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Sundays are made for relaxing and sometimes…for writing poetry. I’ve written poetry since I was a child. This is the earliest poem that I can remember writing (or since my memory is questionable, maybe I swiped it from another author…who knows?) I have to laugh when I see a giraffeHe’s a physical wreckwith a heck…
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Why I Need a New Wardrobe to Work Remotely
I’ve had the reputation of being a workaholic for most of my life. Even when I was in high school, I worked one job during the week and another on the weekend. Seeing that my father is 83 and still working, I believe there’s a genetic component…and I haven’t found a pill to cure it…
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“Have I handed you your balls yet?” and other inappropriate questions to ask at church
2018 is a wrap. We have put away the Christmas tree and deflated our yard full of minions. The only reminders left of the Christmas season is my wealth of holiday-themed hand soaps, a few remaining candles and a freezer half full of homemade candy. We have few traditions in our family but one has…
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A Very Nerf Christmas
Merry Christmas! This season has been a little funky for me with a few highs and lows emotionally…forever to be remembered as my manic-depressive holiday season! I definitely did not do near as much shopping as usual. Fortunately, I have a family that sees the gift of time as much more valuable than the gift…
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And the Hopping Continues…
I wrote a post a few months ago entitled “The Year of the Kangaroo.” If you’d like to get caught up with how 2018 has fared so far, click the link. We’ve had one additional surgery, that was not previously mentioned. My grandson had a double inguinal hernia repair when he was two months old.…
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Mothering, Marriage and Menopause 