Each night when I slide into bed,or with each “good morning” text,or when I sit on the yellow couchfacing the vacant red chair—I miss him.But then I hear the giggles,watch her sign “more,”or say “oh-oh” when something fallsbefore declaring she’s “all done.”I am glad to be here.Family game nights,Independence Day cookouts,and splash daysin the hot…
Category: Poetry
The Sunday Post: Sticky Note
Happiness is acceptance of where you are. I heard this at a marketing event, of all places.I wrote it on a sticky note and put it on my screen. I’ve heard this, or similar mantras before.I’ve considered it, and I can see its merit,But don’t think I really bought in.This past year has not been…
The Sunday Post: Kaleidoscope
I’m a kaleidoscopeI’m the daughter of a volunteer,led to the jungles of the Darien by an inspirational leader.I’m the daughter of a tech-loving rancher, a loyal son who tended to the land butloved everything that was new.I’m the daughter of a nurse who cared forfamily, friends, and strangers in their time of need.I’m the daughter…
Querido Papá
If I see it on the menu – corned beef, ‘kraut, swiss, and rye -though it’s not necessarily what I would pick,I (almost) always have to give it a try.Often times I hear a song, a tune and right away it takes me back.What wouldn’t I give to hear your baritone,Or see your hands curled…
Why I Write
Because I want to know how to write And how to beBecause it’s hard And yet sometimes so easyBecause each line that draws my eye is beautiful And uniqueBecause my mind wanders And takes me places I want to exploreBecause I want to spend less time with screens And more on pagesBecause I was sad…