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A food lovers prayer
The holidays are hard on a waist, this much is true. Get enough people together, Food is the glue My stomach stretched and overfull, my mouth with an elastic ability, to eat past common sense, past the point of debility As each holiday comes and goes, I warn myself thus; Don’t eat that much again,…
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Thanksgiving
This weekend is one of remembrance and family for me. For many people in North America and around the world, it also leads into the holiday season in the Christian world. As the leaves turn shades of gold and russet, the weather chills and the smell of decaying leaves and dirt surrounds me. I picked the…
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The real me
I’ve never been accused of being fashionable. My hair has always been too unruly, my taste in clothing a little too comfortable. I like eating, a little too much for a perfect figure, And laugh way too loud at my own jokes. I cry at commercials and blush at the drop of a hat. I…
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Internal motivation
What drives you? Where does your interest lie? Could you work all day? Or would it make you cry? What makes you get up and out of bed? Is it the lure of the dollar, or a desperate need for bread? Is each day a struggle to fulfill a basic need? Or is it a…
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Runner
I’ve never thought of myself as an athlete, A little too slow, a little too soft. But I love to run, Feel my heart pumping Muscles working, The ache of a job well done. The calm that descends in the middle of a run, The peace that follows a cool down. The slap, slap, slap …
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Popular
I remember what the word meant as a kid, as a teenager, even as a young adult. Popular was something everyone wanted, consciously or otherwise. It didn’t matter what group you ran with, you wanted to be liked, to be noticed, but in a good way. It doesn’t even matter what generation you’re from. We…
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Golden
I feel so complete today. Overwhelmed with joy, Full of gratitude. The circle of life In the world around me. The sun on golden trees, Scent of fall in the air My child’s soft curls On my shoulder, Warm in the late afternoon. My love beside me, As perfect as at the beginning. My creation…
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Launch
Seventeen days left. I haven’t slept well in over a week, and I realize now, a little too late, that I should not be doing a preorder for my own sanity. My first launch. It feels a little like waiting to see my baby for the first time. What will they be like? Will they…