I am frantic about Target. I go searching for the perfect accents for the apartment and come up empty handed against my bank account. I am looking for the big things too, rugs and curtain rods, bed side tables and mirrors and a bed frame. You know, big things and little things. And of course… Continue reading A bowl of lemons
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A man
Get you a man who says "yes" when you decide to go to Ikea last minute. Or Target. Or Mom's house. Get you man who says "yes" when you ask for his help to hang up twinkle lights instead of curtains. or artwork. Or your coat. Get you a man who says "yes" when you… Continue reading A man
Thursday’s child is full of grace
I have a lot of anger that doesn't know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I've bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don't think it's unusual for someone to… Continue reading Thursday’s child is full of grace
We go
The last day in January and big adventure awaits us tomorrow. We fly, we pack, then drive home. Home. Your home and mine, in someway, I hope. I am itching to get this part over. And so are you. You are frightened and so am I. I am treading as carefully as I can, although… Continue reading We go
For Mary
When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere… Continue reading For Mary
Soaring
He said I should take a leap of faith. On him, on us, on what could happen. And I stood at the edge, my toes just grazing the air and wanted to step forward trusting that my wings would grow simply by wishing them to be. But I couldn’t leap. And the more I felt… Continue reading Soaring
A memory forward
I am reminded of how many good things can grow in the deep winter of our lives. How seeds planted can sprout magically overnight (though there’s no such thing as overnight although there is such a thing as magic). How even the moon sometimes hides. How graceful the trees look with no leaves; dancer’s hands… Continue reading A memory forward
O night divine
Dear last Monday in December, Well, friend, it is time to say goodbye again for another year. I want to thank you for all the kindness and joy you showed me over the past few weeks, being with you has gone swiftly and I don't regret a moment of it. It's true I worked 11… Continue reading O night divine
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