You, the bookworm, You, the nature lover, You, the animal mom. You, the sensitive, You, the shy kid, You, the fearful one. You, writing in your journal You, playing in the woods You, singing your songs… I hear you — I care about you —…

You’re gonna see some shit Do some things not worth remembering, but you will Trust me, though. It’ll be worth it You you’ll meet her (No not her; pay attention) After some trying times and nearly lethal moments You’ll wish for death and hope for…

Okay, we have to talk Every few years you try to save yourself time or effort by taking shortcuts You know what I’m talking about— don’t even lie Let me remind you: That time at the Graham Hill playground when your bicycle chain fell off?…

“Hush Hush, keep quiet you two, you will wake her up” That should have been my line while you’re having a nap Might scold your father and brother when making noise For sure they’ll insist on bringing you toys I could sip my coffee while…

I practice calligraphy on a Buddha board the characters disappear when the water dries no grinding ink no wasted paper it’s a win/win situation take my word for it

You are my favorite flavor. You taste of salt, tea and hot chocolate   I breathe you in. You smell of sawdust, surf and sweat   You smell like mine

WHEN U TAKE WHAT THEY TOOK FROM U IT WILL MAKE THEM ANGRY THEY WILL CALL U UNFAIR FOR TAKING THAT WHICH HAS ALWAYS BELONGED TO U THEY WILL CALL U VIOLENT THEY WILL CALL U UNGRATEFUL THEY WILL CALL U A HYPOCRITE THEY WILL…

Thrashing, in a moment thrust awake A scream pierces the air, the child awakes Something is amiss, the screams fail to cease You hold, you comfort, you coddle But nothing brings them peace You start to fear the worst, as they begin to wheeze The…

SHE AND I Sitting by the stilled pond, I am startled by the earnest green eyes gazing up through me to the tall pine tree, imposing trustee of my childhood home and innocence. She is nine, has just learned how tender her guileless heart toward…

Dear Britton, who is trying to have children ~ They will come. I promise. Two gloriously rowdy sons, unlike the daughters you expected. Nothing like the sisters you grew up with. You will learn that feminism contends with biology. Neither will play with the dolls…