Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
She begins in a color-wheel of pinks and greens. Hummingbirds visit the back porch feeder and the crepe myrtle reaches towards the sky out front. The grass is cut. And the neighbors cut theirs too, the endless race to have a yard that will, please god, stay beautiful for more than 3 days. The clover… Continue reading June and pie.
I've walked the beach and eaten ice cream. I've gotten a slight tan and sweated while taking Bella around and around the block. I ran the 5k (slower than last year but ran just the same). I've washed the sheets, and vacuumed the rugs. I've thrown open the windows and turned on the air. I've… Continue reading Summer’s arrival
While he was watching the sun set, I was watching him. Bella didn’t understand why we were staring.She thought it was boring. I told her: “Sometimes you get really lucky and find a good man. Sometimes you live in a place with nice weather. Today, I have both. So I guess, really, I have it all.” She… Continue reading My guy
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
This year, I fear, I have tried my mother's patience. Life has not gone according to plan. My plan was to have a fat baby bouncing on my mother's knee by the time I was turning 31. A house. A husband. Less financial concern. I wanted her to be worrying about me less. And enjoy… Continue reading Perpetual being of light
There are a few things I regret. One being I did not take more time to smell the old lilac bushes on the grounds. I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy wandering the inn. A blur of color and the swish of lace and tulle. Running from the rain. Trying not to cry… Continue reading More thoughts on the wedding…