Published inHeart Speak·PinnedMember-onlyHands Hold LoveVignettes of life — Accepting hands I recall the emotions associated with dating. At the age of 17, dressed in only enough clothes to cover the essentials, with cold drinks in hand, Randy, my boyfriend then, my husband now, and I prepared for the three-hour rafting trip. Just before getting in the water, he offered to…Love4 min readLove4 min read
Published inBe Yourself·PinnedMember-onlyLove Grows When We Make Space for OthersA home without a pet contains empty spaces — I didn’t realize the gravity of my decision when I agreed to allow our daughter to foster kittens. When Kari proposed the idea, her father was a barrier to overcome. He dislikes cats. But when the fourteen-year-old tilted her head slightly to the right, flashed her crooked smile, and batted…Mwc Space5 min readMwc Space5 min read
Published inAbout Me Stories·May 25Member-onlyCoffee Cups Tell You Everything You Need to Know About a PersonI choose my coffee mug to match my mood — There is very little I do in the morning before the first cup of coffee; however, picking the best cup to savor the flavor is on the top of my list. Some people labor the decision of where to get their coffee, what kind, or how to flavor it. I…Humor5 min readHumor5 min read
Published inThe Memoirist·May 24Member-onlyWe Gambled Our InheritanceScratching lottery cards at the campground — When Dad passed away, my brother and I procrastinated, but eventually, time demanded we rummage through the contents of the storage shed. Undaunted by cobwebs and mouse dropping, we tackled each box as an exploration until the label “junk drawer” appeared in the black, back corner. The junk drawer housed…Memories4 min readMemories4 min read
Published inBlue Insights·May 24Member-onlyDancing . . . ThoughtsA poem of thoughts in increments — Dancing1 min readDancing1 min read
Published inCrow’s Feet·May 24Member-onlyA 61-Year-Old Woman’s Playlist — For When She’s Driving Her HarleyThe louder the better — “Forget pink and purple paisleys Little mellow-yellow daisies Ain’t no pot of gold in her rainbow Her favorite color is chrome (chrome) Yeah, chrome baby” —Written by Anthony Smith / Jeffrey Steele and sung by Trace Adkins Not every woman wants flowers and jewelry. Dress me in…Music8 min readMusic8 min read
Published inModern Women·May 21Member-onlyShifting GearsA mind in motion — Motorycycle1 min readMotorycycle1 min read
Published inA Teacher’s Life·May 21Member-onlyBudding AdolescentsA poem of youth. — Writer’s workshop claims the quiet Though eyes and bodies communicate While garrulous birds chatter Youth recite and write their stories Pens dance across paper, recording Characters that convey hidden secrets As the flag frolics in the wind Symbolical of soundless messages Flirting with the breeze, a bug soars, Hovers and alights…Teaching2 min readTeaching2 min read
Published iniPoetry·May 20Member-onlyWe Carry Our ScarsA poem of existing — I wish a scar marked my forehead A symbol of my past Sharing my forever pain Insatiable emptiness Not a grotesque wound to arouse a gasp But a faint image of something once real Now gone A reminder that pain resides Just under my exterior It’s forgetting that jolts reality Like an electrical shock Causing a current of guilt Creating the illusion…Pain2 min readPain2 min read
Published inBlue Insights·May 20Member-onlyFragrance Gel and DignityInsights that challenge the norm — Homeless1 min readHomeless1 min read
