This was this week’s bloom and I’m happy to report that the answer to this question is “yes!” I found these coloring bookmarks on my last Target run and I have already colored one and gifted it to S. I’m working on this one for myself now. Wonder if there’s a fall edition? Might have…
Tag: writing
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.
Waves
I wish the sound of the ocean could drown out the constant ringing in my head. If the ringing was gone, then the only sounds I would hear right now would be: the waves gently crashing on the beach the wind rustling through palm fronds the flip-flop of sandals on the boardwalk katydids singing in…
Kings and Queens
The queen feels lonely, listening to the rain as it comes down in a sheet. Each clap of thunder startles her, and she wonders if he hears it too. His kingdom is vast but welcoming, a blanketed fortress, sealing in the heat. He offers her comfort, protection; it’s what he loves to do. She’s not…
The Sunday Post: Right on Target
This morning my daughter and I had brunch together and talked about wedding plans, friendships, relationships, you know… mother-daughter stuff. What better way to follow that up than with … a Target run! I needed a couple things, she needed a couple things… As we were standing in the bathroom accessories aisle I remembered standing…
The Sunday Post: Reset
Every Sunday I expect at least two or three emails in my inbox that are not promotional emails with the latest sale or discount code for one of the sites I’ve allowed to have my email address. The first is the weekly “love letter” from the Yoga with Adriene site and it includes words of…
The Sunday Post: Obligations
I’m sitting on my couch with an afghan on my lap and a watered-down Paloma in front of me on the coffee table, and the cursor on the screen in front of me is yelling, each blink accusing me of negligence. (Yes, I realize it’s August and there’s no need for the blanket on my…
The Sunday Post: On Mother’s Day and Writing
Happy Mother’s Day! It’s ironic that on my first Mother’s Day since moving closer to my children I didn’t see either of them today. I’m not complaining though. My oldest was out of town for a wedding and I spent the weekend at her place taking care of the pets. I heard from my youngest…
Savannah Smiles
Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…