Is there a slow transition from living to dying? Or does it happen instantaneously? When my feet stopped growing at thirteen I realized I can wear those 7.5 size shoes forever. Did that signal my march towards the grave? When I stopped growing a year…

Dear Freckle Face (A Letter to My Former Selves)   To the six-month-old hardhead who felt the need to prove your independence by crawling off Grandma Peggy’s mattress and connecting with the hardwood headfirst….. being first at everything isn’t always a good thing.   To…

It’s it much better, Wouldn’t you all agree, That it is much better For the big, bad, wolf to be disinclined to follow a path, A scientific path, Of the human anatomy. Otherwise, Little Red Riding Hood May say, ”Why Grandma, what big eyes you…

Tresses on the floor reveal what once defined her beauty alone in the chair none of that matters now the pixie staring back at her wasn’t smiling and the mirror wasn’t lying She’d tip him anyway

The lure of disappointment’s strong, To get it wrong And let it go “I told you so”. It’s hard to keep on fighting when I could give in Twelve minutes late, And such a state… But I won’t take the easy out I’ll stand and…

Finally. The pitter patter of little feet are heard only in the echo of my memory. I am an entertainer and it is time to put on the mask that hides Kim and creates Special K. This is what I long for during those hours…

Source Text: The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin The nature of burned chaos painted to an intolerable glare of ash and black rains. The hollows of hard mountains, dark, thin beauty in the broad wastelands, drifting in between the saline sculptures of storm…

Working Hands   You can tell a man’s worth Not by the change in his pocket But by the skin on his hands And the lines in his face   Men who can save for the future Hire hard-handed men To do their labor as…

Completely dark black fur, Terrified of thunderstorms, Absolute sweetheart. Small, gray, and stripey, Loves running laps each morning, Adores his sister.

Taking it easy now No rushing for me Though I get it done And work better under pressure But what does that really say about me And why does it connect with the conversation that I had with my children Why is there so much…