When I first started this blog in October 2018, my children were 4 and 2. Where the heck did all those years go?! This one’s for all the parents still trying to hold on … From the window, a burst…
My soul bleeds
I am so over this revolting heat, humidity, and summer in general, and yet it has only just begun. Can a soul cry and bleed at the same time?! Asking for a friend … My soul bleeds orange red and…
Birds Of A Feather
Being and becoming, not to mention raising well-adjusted children, in this ever-evolving digital age frightens and exhausts me. Birds Of A Feather I careen through my days, letting the weeks, months, years ricochet against the collective chaos spinning all around…
The Worst Poem Ever
Sometimes when I’m bored or desperate to create, I open my Poem-A-Day book, turn to a random page, and free-write. This time around it was “Do your best to write the worst poem ever.” The Worst Poem Ever I want…
The Gardener
I’ve never had a green thumb and yet I find myself in the role of a grower, a caretaker, clearing out the weeds and nurturing the blooms that were once implanted within my womb. Everyone admires gardens. The heavenly mishmash…
Freedom
A pair of sneakers, a quiet track, silence, and the space to breathe. What more could a momma ask for? Freedom rings here upon the horseshoe path sprinkled with pebbles and sand. I hear its chime loud and clear while…
The Big Apple of my eye
This one speaks for itself. The Big Apple of my eye She was good to me in the days that I was hers, when I gorged on her glittering anonymity and drank deeply of her vivacity and grit.…
In The Deep End
“How did it get so late so soon?” — Dr. Seuss Every parent knows that sensation, that familiar cocktail of despair mixed with happiness, nostalgia, and maybe a little bit of nausea, when you realize your baby isn’t a baby…
Shells
Where have I been these last 12-plus months? I want to tell you I’ve been rediscovering life but that would be a lie. Instead, I’ve been slowly crumbling under the weight of … me. I’ve always been my own worst…
Today, I hate poetry
Does this post even need an introduction? Sometimes ya got it; sometimes ya don’t! Today, I hate poetry Writing poems is like reading a book in braille— I know where to place my fingertips, but I still can’t find the…