Poetry challenge day 7: Write a universal poem. Life burns us all sometimes, but that doesn’t mean we must lie down among the ashes. Broken A little boy drops from a wall He hurts his right-side ankle A week goes…
Author: Sabrina Manno
After about 13 years of working as an editor for various publications in New York City, I gave up my professional career to stay home with my two beautiful children. While I enjoy being a mom (mostly), the trials and tribulations that these two human beings put me through daily are enough to test the patience of a saint! And I am no saint.
I’ve spent the past four-and-a-half years struggling to find my way back to the autonomous, carefree woman I once was. My first step toward that goal came in June, when I took over as president of a local chapter of the International Moms Club. This role has introduced me to many wonderful moms, allowed me to flex my professional and creative muscles, and given me a whole new purpose! Most importantly, though, it’s motivated me to pursue my true dream: starting this blog.
I love to write, and I love to make people laugh, so that’s why I’m here. Full disclosure: I tend to be too open, a little (OK, a lot) sarcastic, and honest to a fault. I love my kids to the moon and back, but they drive me crazy and I’m not afraid to admit it or write about it.
The Right Time
Poetry challenge day 6: I’m not using a prompt today. Instead, I penned a free-verse poem based on a passing comment I heard recently about planning something for “the right time.” The Right Time A silky, smooth black dress In…
Paperback
Poetry challenge day 5: Write an invention poem. This one could be about something that doesn’t exist (I’m not that creative), something that already exists (much more my speed!), an inventor, or any other interpretation we may have. I’m not…
Welcome To The Carbo Load
Poetry challenge day 4: We’re supposed to take a song title, change one word, and make the new title that of our poem. So, in true ’80s fashion—because I’ve been in an ’80s mood since watching the amazing Cobra Kai!—I…
Flying Free
The other day I came across a poetry challenge on a writing website I follow. The goal is to write one poem every day during the month of April. I realize it’s still March, but the leader of this initiative…
Rain Puddles
I dedicate this one to my brother. May we never forget the childhood joy of dancing in the rain. 🙂 Rain Puddles A spring in my step My feet filled with pep Flawless face to the sky As winged formations…
The Wall
It’s cold and lonely here Inside this sheltered sphere I’m surrounded, trapped No walls to disappear Beneath this frank façade Inky clouds close in, attack Whisper of illusions Behind my beaten back The world is moving on now So fearless…
Cobra Kai Will Never Die
“Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?” “NO SENSEI!” “Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?” “NO SENSEI!” “Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?” “NO SENSEI!” Oh, hey there, don’t mind me, I’m…
Cancelling “Cancel Culture”
Cancel culture. That’s the phrase being bandied about these days. Logically I know what that means, but I decided to look up the definition anyways. Here’s what Merriam-Webster says: The practice or tendency of engaging in mass canceling (see cancel…
Where The Hell Are My Boundaries?
When I’m working. When I’m writing. When I’m on the phone. When I’m on the computer. When I’m reading. Nope, no boundaries there. When I’m cooking. When I’m baking. When I’m eating. When I’m doing laundry. When I’m cleaning. Nope,…