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…
Tag: motherhood
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…
Anxiety: A List Poem
A few Christmases ago, I received a book called Healing Through Words, by poet Rupi Kaur. One of the exercises is to write a list poem based on one of several suggested topics, including grief, hope, friendship, shame, self-doubt, and,…
“I’m sitting here by the red tree”
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…
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…
Words Of “Wisdom” For My Daughter
My daughter’s vocation in this life is quickly becoming clear. The other day she came bouncing into the room wearing an over-the-shoulder baby carrier, with her precious Valerie nestled against her chest. My daughter loves that doll more than anything…