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…
Snowflakes In Central Park
I know Autumn has only just begun, but whenever this time of year rolls around, my thoughts stray to New York City and the beauty of Manhattan when it snows, especially Central Park. The day I’m referring to in this…
One Sunny Afternoon In Brooklyn
This past Memorial Day dawned bright, early, and quiet. We (shockingly) had no plans, so on a whim we decided to go visit my mother- and father-in-law in Brooklyn. I am so happy we did because it was a beautiful…
City Lights
Here in these deep city lights Girl could get lost tonight — “City” (Sara Bareilles) New York is my place. The place where my wild heart roams. Ever since I watched The City fade away in the rear-view mirror almost…
Evermore
Not sure why my mind went here recently, but I was thinking about what will happen to my children when I’m no longer here, not in a morbid way, but in a curious, reflective way. And then I started wondering…
The Angel Behind Me
This one’s for all those who believe in angels … The Angel Behind Me Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch And my serenity scatters I glance over my shoulder Expecting to see a fellow wanderer Enjoying the beauty Of this bold and…
A Parent’s Prayer
My daughter is struggling right now and, as her momma, I am, too. Please pray for her. A Parent’s Prayer A stillness settles over me Soft and snug, yet heavy A battered cloak Warmed Against the brutal reality Of my…