A Year Later…

At this time exactly one year ago, I was sitting in my house, just a few miles from where I’m sitting now, trying to be brave enough to ask a very important question: What’s wrong? Why does it feel like you’re drifting farther and farther away from me? What is going on and what can…

Shelf Life

Sometimes the problem isn’t that you don’t have enough spice in your life. The problem is that all the spices went unused and expired before you even opened the jars.

The Sunday Post: Getting Ready

I started working on a new poem this afternoon, but then as I was writing the words didn’t really seem to fit. I was trying to write about a particular subject but the words that ended up on the page were about something else. I think there are two different poems that are forming and…

It wasn’t that John didn’t care about Jenny

He just didn’t love her. This afternoon I was doing pretty well, all things considering. There’s a lot going on right now: racism and police brutality are rearing their ugly heads and then of course we’re in the middle of a pandemic and trying to get used to the idea of wearing face coverings everywhere…

My Name or Yours?

About this time seven years ago, my divorce with my first husband became final. It was over a year in the making and was quite often difficult and contentious, as most divorces are I suppose. About half-way through the process, my husband demanded I “give him his name back”. Being a stubborn Taurus woman, as…