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,…
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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…
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,…
Suffocation, No Breathing
I’m tired, so tired. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of overthinking and making decisions. I’m tired of parenting. I’m tired of feeling suffocated, being pawed at, hung all over, clutched and clung to. I’m…
May The Force Be With You
Here’s my latest concern: When the coronavirus pandemic is over and schools reopen, will my kids bounce right back into the fray or will they be unable to cope with what I suspect will be the “new normal?” One week…