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Posted on 16. Mar, 2011 by in March

In these last few days the world (both far and near) has taught me that looking into my children’s faces is a luxury. Today I have tried my best to indulge myself. It seems the only sensible thing to do in the midst of such senselessness.

Shaken (Haiku)

Posted on 13. Mar, 2011 by in March

Shock and grief tumble Over one another as The land falls away  


Posted on 31. Mar, 2010 by in March

Today I was working away at the kitchen table while Micah was in the next room playing with his Star Wars Guys. It is one of his favorite pastimes. I often hear him voicing conversations between them…Boba Fett and a Stormtrooper, Boba Fett and Chewbacca, Boba Fett and C-3PO (I’m sure it’s no secret who […]

Afternoon Tea

Posted on 30. Mar, 2010 by in March

A moment to enjoy my afternoon tea.

Slanted Lines and Curlicues

Posted on 29. Mar, 2010 by in March

The pencil lead has broken. Its remains lie crumbled over her words – Letters strung together, making their way across the page. Dusting them off, she looks to see If she has uncovered some meaning. She finds no answers, no questions even. It is simply slanted lines And curlicues that have been Tickling the way, […]

Permanent Vacation

Posted on 28. Mar, 2010 by in March

I am at the beach. It is 80 degrees out and a light breeze is blowing. My boys are playing at the water’s edge. And you want to know the horrible truth? It was like pulling teeth getting myself and my boys down here. We live a little over a mile from this spot and […]

The Itch

Posted on 27. Mar, 2010 by in March

Worry whines in my ear Like a pesky mosquito, Flying in lazy circles Just beyond my reach. And just when I think It has finally left me alone, I feel a little prick, and An angry red welt rises up Begging to be scratched.


Posted on 26. Mar, 2010 by in March

I’m writing now because this will be the only free moment that I have today. And it is not a long moment, so this will be short. Like me.

The See-Saw

Posted on 25. Mar, 2010 by in March

She stands At the tippy-toe edge of this new day, Which has taken it’s time in coming. She sees The far-off softness has taken shape And though not menacing, it is now Real. She steps Into the New, where she finds Stress see-sawing with satisfaction.

Questions on a Wednesday

Posted on 24. Mar, 2010 by in March

How many cookies is one too many? If the cookies have oatmeal in them, can you eat more? Do you have to make your bed if no one else besides you is going to see it? And can you still require your children to make theirs? Is it horrible if you realize on the way […]