What you said when you were drunk… Don’t recall? Can’t recant. Under the influence? of being an _____, perhaps. Unstable is an understatement, you’ve got mange must live in a stable. Can’t hide behind a bottle, the glass is clear. And I see more clearly than ever, with the clarity of a flawless diamond that … Continue reading What you said when you were drunk
Everything it’s not
Is there love without pain, Is their love without sorrow? Is their love not in vain; Is there love on the morrow? Is their love without work; Or love without firsts? Is there love without thirst; Or love without birth? Is there love again, Or love brand new? Is love just for one, Or can … Continue reading Everything it’s not
Dear Christian Private School
Dear Christian Private School, I often enjoy your weekly email. It is typically thought provoking, uplifting and insightful. It was, however, startling to read this week’s which began with a quote by Adolf Hitler. I won’t even quote it here, despite your intention of using it to illustrate the abuse of power of the government … Continue reading Dear Christian Private School
The Mango Omen
The sweet aroma lingered in my nostrils every time I passed the kitchen. The mango was ripe, borderline, too ripe. Had my husband had his way, the mango would have found its way into the garbage. It wasn’t a beautiful, red orange mango; it was almost entirely speckled black, and much too soft after days … Continue reading The Mango Omen
A Second Look
A stump of a palm once tall and grand, no fronds to dance and sway, or decorate her head, Had shone bright, outstretched ‘neath heaven’s rays; dull now, bearing a gaping wound. Hollow but for an echoing sound that says goodbye, and not hello; an empty, aching shell devoid of light. Barren Wait! A flutter … Continue reading A Second Look
Redemption
In the shower I mulled over the day, And I washed myself clean, But I couldn’t redeem it. I cannot change yesterday, Or the morrow, Or the sorrow. I can barely change me; I cannot change you, Even though I know you, Even those I know, And much less those I don’t. What can I … Continue reading Redemption
Lipstick and Rouge
What’s going to happen to lipstick and rouge, To the reds, pinks, and nudes, To the gamut of hues And their varying cues That delineate our days? Each morning, a choice ensues; An array of colors That mirrors our mood, And sets the tone, our attitude. What’s going to happen to smiles, When reactions are … Continue reading Lipstick and Rouge
Needle and Thread
My 5 year old has two blankies he sleeps with every night, his mimirs- the colorful Taggies brand that have several tags all along the edge. One has a smiling monkey holding a baby bird on a yellow background, and colorful spots all along the edge. The other has a playful puppy, and is Blue … Continue reading Needle and Thread
A Petition
I became a Christian at some point in the 4th or 5th grade. I had started at a lil’ private school. It was the first I’d heard about God really. My babysitter was “Catholic”, and she took great pride in being a virgin, until she got married in a hurry... But, anyhow, I was so … Continue reading A Petition
Til breath do us part
I lay in bed next to my husband, the natural gap of a king sized bed and 15 years of marriage between us. I kid. It’s a happy gap, everybody needs their own space! Although the joy of one of our children lying between us was something we always treasured, and happens less and less … Continue reading Til breath do us part
Anecdotes from a Mom, Wife, Sister & Daughter. 