Go ahead and make a wish Today is your day to shine You deserve all the best in life The world is yours to behold You are a good person With a heart made of gold Worthy of all the dreams You long to achieve…

I read the newspaper today The stories were filled with grief and despair Each one made my heart hurt worse Saddened for the world today So much death and destruction Too much heartache and loss I knew I needed to do something Something to change…

The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…

Watching my goldfish, I wonder about his natural habitat imagine his gold tail swishing in crystal clear water, mouth opening and closing on exotic cuisine not flakes of brown, orange and green. They say a goldfish has a 30 second attention span. Terrifying idea, that….

The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

I don’t want your money or jewels or wind in my sails I won’t ask for the moon or the stars or shelter from either I just want to pray together for the sake of prayer we don’t have to agree on words or say anything at…

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.