My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading An Ode
I balance where I was a year ago against today. Who I was a year ago against the person in the mirror this morning. What is the same? What is different? What did I see coming? What is so surprising it's hard to even know how I got here? What am I grateful for? What… Continue reading Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.
I am writing this from the couch. On my body, a sweatshirt and sweatpants, socks with peppermints on them and a heated blanket thrown across my lap. It's chilly. This weekend was charming, bright sunshine and warm breezes across the days. I opened every curtain at John's to let the brightness sink into the rooms.… Continue reading And the day after tomorrow; Spring
Francis Olivia was her name. A middle name I also share. She loved red and hated mayo. She was 6 when the Titanic sank. Her father a Maryland ferryboat captain who would take people to and fro across the Chesapeake Bay before the bridge was built (he said it would never happen, it did). The… Continue reading Thoughts on my Great-Grandmother
Today Mom and I went shopping in places we haven't been to in years. Our old haunts. We meandered through Target, stopped in AC Moore, got a tea (and a cookie) at Starbucks, and shuffled through Barnes and Noble. There were a few more places we hit, all for the sake of getting things done… Continue reading Out and about
Today, while at work, I was feeling particularly down and out about life. The night before I was watching Harry Potter and Dumbledore uttered his famous quote: “Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” All day long, I kept saying to myself: "Turn on… Continue reading Bright
An appreciation post for: The eyes that are yours, but also your father's. With eyebrow's from Mom. Thank goodness, thank goodness for them. The lips that are yours, but also your father's and somehow your mother's. It must be the way they move like hers when you speak the truth. And stay silent, listening, like… Continue reading Material Girl
Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl who last year thought she would never know joy again. Well, little Katie, looks like you got your polka dots back. Let’s hear it for loving yourself first, let’s hear it for the darkness we all have to abide to stretch towards the light, let’s hear it for the… Continue reading “Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”