My baby is not so much a baby anymore. Although, as I repeatedly tell him, he will always be my baby. He will just have to live with that fact. He’s thirteen going on twenty. Even still he is a sweet baby. So sweet, that he was willing […]
Two epiphanies falling into the salted tears Dreams can only carry beyond so many fears Wish I knew how I got here Wish I knew why for each step Wish I knew when none of it would matter Wish I knew how to hit the eject button The […]
Before Covid hit us, many would go around saying Christmas was bring attacked and on the verge pf being cancelled. That it needed saving. I won’t enter that debate. The irony is that a pandemic in 2020 indeed ended up canceling Christmas for many. Actually, more things than […]
There was a time, many moons ago, where I kept a journal of things I had learned that day or week or month. Admittedly, there were days when I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. This is contrary to what I tell my son. I tell him that […]
I picked my word for next year. Joy! I’m bringing it back. I hope it becomes all the rage. Now, while I have a wonderful, positive word there are some words I am done with. Some I can share with you. Some, I cannot. Wish I could. But […]
“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for meBeen an awful good girlSanta baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight” Santa baby, I’ve been a really, really, good girl Santa baby, I’ve gone through hell and back Santa baby, I need a break from all the […]
Every year, around this time, I ponder long and hard about my “word of the year.” Not for the year that is ending but for the year to come. By selecting a word for the new year, I hope to set its direction. I hope to frame my […]
I don’t like waffle cones. Not one bit. However, it smells divinely. It’s tempting until I remember the taste. I’m not a big ice cream fan. Admittedly, ice cream can on ocassion lead to belly aches and worse. Oh my. Yet, in the winter I tend to forget […]
From a young age, I’ve been a storyteller. I would perform on stage with my own stories or a Dickens story. Nowadays, everyone is a storyteller in some way or form. From Twitter, to Facebook, to Instagram you are curating a narrative. Those narratives are often short form. […]
Nothing during and coming out of this pandemic had stayed the same. Nor can it. Nor should it, necessarily. One thing that has changed for me, besides my level of cynacism, is my writing time and writing style. Like clockwork, everyday for more than five years, I always set […]
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