My father HATES snakes. Rather like Indiana Jones hates snakes, only more vehemently. When I was little, a black snake got into our farm house. I vividly recall his unrelenting flow of profanity as my dad chased it around the first floor, while my mom, brother, and I looked down from the upstairs hall. Without going into gory details, the snake…
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…
This morning we played Peek-a-Boo with our friend the Moon. My son and I, giggling softly, wide-eyed in the quiet room. Mister Moon slid swiftly across the Western sky Ducking behind tall buildings – I’ve never seen him be so spry! “Hey, Moonie, I still see you!” My Boy called out in glee. For while…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.
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.
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…
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