One of my favorite pastimes is sitting back and observing my 8-year-old son. It sounds so cliché and normally I’m not “that kind” of parent, but the more I come to know him, the more I appreciate his innocence, his…
Dream It, Do It
This poem poured out of my pen in January 2024, during a quiet day at Disney’s Port Orleans French Quarter. I dedicate this piece to my daughter, Isabella. Dream It, Do It My eyes close as the mellow notes of…
Black Is The New Green
Black Is The New Green I hate living within this sea of darkness, clinging to coffee, then wine as if my life depended on them. Is it time I erase all boundaries? Color over them with my yellowed and broken…
Mirrors
Almost two years ago to the day I began mentoring with a writing professor. During this time, I have written piece after piece (prose, poetry, and memoir) for her consideration. Too many to count, in fact, and only once has…
The Broken Parts I Share With My Daughter
The pandemic saved my life in many ways, but one of the most critical has been my discovery of and love affair with poetry (and writing classes in general). I am forever grateful to my professor/writing mentor and the inspiring…
Inside The Looking Glass
I think this poem speaks for itself … Inside The Looking Glass I often wonder why I can’t slow down or be alone anymore. It started at the end of the pandemic. For more than a year,…
Late Thanksgiving night during the pandemic
This is the last piece to come out of my recent poetry class. Miss you, Nana. Late Thanksgiving night during the pandemic You left this world the way you lived Isolated And alone. I used to wonder why you kept…
Mater Dolorosa
Another piece that came out of my recent poetry class. I originally wrote it on a summer beach day in August, after a particularly hard week with my daughter. Mater Dolorosa I’m sitting on the beach Hand poised Over my…
Here, For A Mammogram
In my last blog post, I mentioned I was taking a poetry class focusing on women and how their bodies react to and carry trauma. My body has been dragging mine around since February 2014 and I’ve only now been…
Reflection In The Grotto
For the past four weeks I’ve been taking a women’s-only poetry class focusing on the body, embodiment, and the special ways women experience illness, joy, trauma, etc. It has been an eye-, heart-, and soul-opening experience in which I’ve learned…