What summer dreams are inspired by these snow boots?

Inspired by Disney’s Winnie the Pooh, these photos of a torrential July thunderstorm, and this week’s prompt of “rain”

How Has Travel Affected Me? Easy – Serendipitously.

I know just enough of the great wide world to see I’ve seen quite little. I have met so many people of different types but still, small a sample. I’ve lived broadly enough to understand how narrow my experience. Traveling expands the eyes, the mind, and the heart – Infinitely open. This is #Day18 of…

I have but one regret: I used to be called Sissy

My mama called me Sissy in a Southern way to this day, I miss. I protested once: Mommy, please don’t call me that – I spat – I hate it! In her eyes I saw She took my words literally to heart – like a knife. No salve could I find. The wound – too…

Clearly, I have but One Way to Answer

When in NYC – thou shalt not #fangirl. Living in the Big Apple, I’m no stranger to celebrity sightings, not that I have pictures and autographs to prove it. Part of becoming a New Yorker is adhering to the unspoken rule against acknowledging any celebrity who is just trying to get on with daily life. I’ve bumped into Phil…

somewhere i have never travelled, old chum, you are the best

are your companions “in real life” or “virtual?” grown ups need labels. just met? never seen? children understand a friend is anyone you love. With a more than a nod to my favorite poem by e.e. cummings, I was inspired by my Girl, the friends she makes everywhere with every-thing, as well as this week’s prompt from Haiku…

Who can blame the rose its compulsion to make thorns?

The weary blossoms bow their heads to the rain drops, welcoming the rest. The leaves remember hopeful buds, bursting with life, eager in the Sun. These fragile beauties captivate, intoxicate. They’re seasonal hires. Suffering cut backs, the greens dig deep to survive perennially. Inspired by numerous photos of these rain soaked rosebushes as well as…

The Most Important Thing About Raising a Fashion Butterfly

Inspired by this fearless beauty, who has been making bold style choices since she was (just barely) able to vocalize her strong opinions about the clothes she would certainly would NOT be wearing.

Does a Clock Worry When it’s Time to Unwind?

Motherhood clockworks: the balanced pendulum swings in constant motion. Tug the weights too much – pendulum energy shifts – wrecking ball mood swings. Inspired by all the mothers we celebrate this month, the amazing women of Mommitment, as well as this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.

Destination: Anywhere in the Middle of Nowhere

Running for the sake of wind in my hair, laughing, like the child I chase. Pure, simple pleasure: Able body and free will. Such is liberty. Genie wished for legs Not only to be his own Master, but to run. Inspired by my rebellious children, who run away from me with ever-so-much glee, as well…

Mix Equal Parts Faith to Trust, and a Dash of Pixie Dust

Clouds of words floating. Thoughts mysteriously joined. Poem, form thyself. Ideas in flight! Flitting toward bright star light; Poems are word sprites. Inspired by these clouds I spotted on Tuesday, as well as this week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons.