I saw the headlines I read the articles That another man died yesterday And another today Fathers, brothers, sons Another death Another name To add to that growing list Of … Continue reading No More Names
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Earn Our Vote
I have to start this post with an apology. I truly try to keep politics out of my writing and blogging, but I feel the need to break my silence … Continue reading Earn Our Vote
Unsought Advice
Exhaustion reigns
For the sleepless mom
The be-everywhere
Be-everyone
Mom
With groceries to buy
Mouths to wipe
Scrapes to kiss
Shoulder-rides to give
Bills to pay
Work to be done
Houses to clean
Dishes to wash
Try to take the load off
The studying spouse
All with smiles
Cracking at the seam
Trying to feed
The bodies and souls
To smile
So those little joyous
Feet
Keep
Their light
pitter patter
Unweighed by all the
“You should just…”
“You need to just..”
“You’re doing it wrong”
“You’re ruining those kids”
That break
The seams
And wear her down
But still
She smiles
For those little beings
With hope that
Someday
Maybe they won’t care
What other people think.
The Space Between
She dreams her dreams
Of hope and peace
A pen in her hand
A smile on her face
And in the clutter of her daily life
The mess, chaos, and all the noise,
She sits back and smiles
Thinking on all the laughter and all the joys
That all the spilled milk, juice and paint
Could never ruin, never taint,
For in every mess a memory was made.
That royal blue paint on the carpet?
That was a brilliant blue sparrow on the page,
Her daughter’s first bird,
For the first forest she painted.
The red on the walls, the tables, and dogs?
Her son’s laughter as he grabs his first marker,
Are worth a gentle chiding, nothing more,
Since that’s what washable markers are for.
So, in those moments of chaos sweet
She can dream her dreams,
Of joy and peace,
Content in her clutter
Her joyous mess
Her path, her road, her temple,
Her home called Happiness.
Celebrating the Light, while Still Living in the Dark
As most people know, today is the day we celebrate the life of Martin Luther King, Jr. here in the United States. I grew up hearing Mr. King’s words, holding hands … Continue reading Celebrating the Light, while Still Living in the Dark
Waking Dreams – DONE! (a belated announcement)
Okay, so, as most folks know, I’ve been working for nearly a decade on a novel, Waking Dreams, which I’ve been pushing to finish. A local competition here in Portland gave … Continue reading Waking Dreams – DONE! (a belated announcement)
The Power of Love
An absolutely moving post on the power of love by one of my favorite bloggers, Victo Dolore. It is so hard to be on the brunt end of verbal abuse, but to swallow that hurt and see the wounded individual underneath? That inspires me to no end and fills me with hope. We all need someone to love us, someone to acknowledge our humanity, our hurts, our very being. I am eternally grateful to Victo (and all the other doctors, nurses, social workers, and human beings out there like her), who see the human being under the abuse, and treat them with this kind of love.
They are my heroes.
Bed Space
People die; hospitals go on. Source: Bed Space
This is simply too honest, too beautiful, too human not to share. For anyone who has ever held the hand of a loved one from over the railing of a hospital bed, please, take a moment and read this wonderful poem. Please visit that source page, Bed Space, by the very talented Owen “Beleaguered” Servant.
Why writing fiction really matters
An important message to all you readers, writers, and fiction-lovers… What you’re doing matters! Please take a look at this compelling story and support Nick in his journey.
“Insert!” He extended his foot…
“You sound like a Borg.” … and wriggled his toes into the sock. “That would make me a cyborg.” He paused. I could see the wheels turning. “That’s it…my recovery… the screwdriver must have damaged the wiring… and the nano-bots have been busy with repairs…”
He stopped as I sighed… to be fair, it wasn’t a bad analogy. Most of Nick’s problems are caused by faulty wiring. He is fitter than most, carries not an ounce of fat and is all muscle. Even so, there are a few of the moving parts that don’t function as well as they should, in spite of the incredible recovery he has made so far.
His eyes are one of them. And that had hit hard. Nick had always been an avid reader, sharing my ‘library’ and devouring fantasy and science fiction. Being unable to hold and read a…
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I’m Furious About You Being Furious About The Thing You’re Furious About
Oh, my, yes, this perfectly summarizes something I have been feeling as I follow news and social media, but it does so with such humor and wit. And, I’ve gotta say, these are much needed rather than the anger and frustration that seems to be pouring out of the interwebs these days! Oh, my, thank you!
Watching social media more or less incessantly as I have been over the last few days – instead of working or feeding my children or acknowledging brief but important everyday moments of physical affection from my partner – I’ve seen, as you surely have, that everyone is furious about a thing. This thing really has got goats and stuck in craws in every corner of the globe. It’s been trending for days and hardly anyone’s feed is free of comment on the subject. Politicians and celebrities have weighed in with their opinions, and seventy-four badly-realised parody accounts based on this thing were registered by midnight Pacific Time last night.
But ask yourself this: why? Why are they furious about this thing when there is another thing that I believe they should be much more furious about? The thing that I believe they should be furious about is so much more…
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