Music Fridays: Better Days

I almost forgot it’s Music Friday! I first heard this song a week or two ago on one of my suggested Apple Music playlists that I listen to while working or cooking. Then I heard it again on the inauguration special the other night and I decided it would be my music selection for this…

Balance

In between Yoga and Zumba today I looked down at my feet and the parallel lines running down the length of my living room floor reminded me of a balance beam. I wondered how I would fare if I had to walk on a real balance beam, several feet off the ground. Not very well,…

Sparks

I’ve been thinking a lot about us — I know that’s no surprise. A new year brings back memories of paths traveled, promises made and all that each word implied. We thought coincidence was actually fate leading us time and again toward each other, until finally, at last the spark ignited and all I could…

I Drew Myself a Bath

Tonight I drew myself a bath. Surrounded by bubbles and  steam I thought about that kettle, the one I thought was worn through. I thought about that  woman on the edge, afraid, still wanting, needing,  to take that last step and fly. I thought about Jenny,  crying alone in her  bed while John retreated to…

A Very Subtle Art

When I got to my daughter’s house this week I spotted on her bookshelf a book I read a while back that was calling out to me for a re-read: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I picked it up and stashed it in my bag as my reading material for the week….

The Kettle

It sat there, nearly empty, gathering dust.How long had it been since its last steep?We washed and restored it, got rid of the rust.Could it stir us from our long winter’s sleep? We filled it up to the brim and turned on the flame.Soon we topped off our cups with its steamy stream.We went back…

My very first poem

So it’s Valentine’s Day today. I was going to write something wonderfully romantic for my husband. Maybe something along the lines of what I wrote to him last year. But time has run out and I don’t have any great words to say that he hasn’t already heard from me a million and one times….

A 20-year Detour

There are things I wish I could change about my previous life and marriage. Now that I have the hindsight benefit of perfect vision, I can see where things went wrong and where we both made mistakes. I am not here to write about what others did and said. This isn’t about them. This is…