My hair- It’s growing VERY long! Screaming for- scissors is its song!   Snip…snip…snip and, its gone!   Frizzy is NOW My middle name! Temperatures rising Higher! HELP! My hair is not the same!   Snip…snip…snip and, its gone!   A little cut- a little…

I rarely leave my home, these days, holding to familiar rooms and tending to my garden. I enjoy companionship of family as they go about their comings and goings. My home is a sanctuary, sheltering me from change.   I rarely leave my home, these…

Other people are finding too much time on their idle hands. I can’t relate, I seem to be running on a hamster wheel. (Where are the hamsters, anyway?) My husband does the cooking now. I stay up late. I haven’t read a book for months….

Its difficult to stay positive When the world seems to be full of people Who can’t listen, who won’t listen To anyone they disagree with Condemning the other side as evil or traitors Rather than finding common ground We are living in the age of…

My tight coiled hair fills the frame Of an otherwise short existence They tell me “heat. Add heat” To straighten and elongate What’s more they say it’s not enough And so I add extra chemicals that burn   Good hair Bad hair White hair Black…

The keys clattered loudly as her fingers flew, The noise a soothing release of what felt she knew. Their visions were different for the group, She knew that when they met. She kept on going just in case, Things changed inside her head.   Stuck…

“Jellybeans don’t have gluten…” She offered, as if that negated the fact That she ate half a bag before I woke from a sound sleep. I stood at the side table Watching her munch on Unsafe foods for her Gentle belly Knowing she would soon…

NB: Very mild spoilers for Portal 2. What is the allure of testing? Never resting, striving after New disasters for the test To best a challenge thrown By unknown opponents Enter the ring Testing, proving, Trying, moving, Thinking, knowing, Learning, growing. GLaDOS knows her drive,…

An empty chair sits by the fire The wisdom well has run dry The warm embrace had disappeared When the northern compass fails to point Where do we go? Where do we go?     No maps or globes can help me now. The answers…

The Visitor On my morning walk Around the garden, During lockdown as I avoid The outside world, He enters in – A black, feline visitor. Bravely, he watches me Creeping closer as I count steps, Check my fitbit, Jog on the spot, And smile At…