Tag: prose

  • Heavy

    Heavy

    My stomach feels as though it’s lined with a weight. Loaded up with rocks and set adrift in the ocean. I could lecture myself all day about the need to breathe and stay positive, but today just isn’t one of those days. Something in the air, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the number 13. I’ve always…

  • Everyday magic

    Everyday magic

    Why do I love writing? For the same reason that I love to read. In only seconds, I can fall through into a new world, far from whatever is going on around me. In a flash, I can be sailing on the ocean, Fighting pirates for the gold. I can be feeling the absolute devastation…

  • Winter Sunday dreaming

    Winter Sunday dreaming

    The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…

  • The eyes of my child

    The eyes of my child

    My little one was sad today. He missed me, and didn’t want me to go. So, instead of having a date of running errands with my husband, I was greeted with my two men when I came out of the dealership. I’d dropped off the car for routine oil change and work, and came to…

  • Goodnight

    Goodnight

    She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…

  • So what I’m still a rock star

    So what I’m still a rock star

    I’ve figured out that February is a hard month for my hair. Looking back every year around this time, I am overwhelmed with the need for change- but change is hard when you have responsibilities and people you care about sometimes. So, I’ve apparently been taking it out on my hair for many years. Usually…

  • Let sleeping toddlers lie

    Let sleeping toddlers lie

    My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…

  • The little brother

    The little brother

    A tiny creature Bark so much louder than his bite Although, He’ll bite if given half a chance Full of sound and fury Signifying when he didn’t get his nap He rules over all that he sees His domain of ice and fire, or paw patrol and legos, Whichever he believes it to be At…

  • ‘‘Twas the night before Groundhog Day

    ‘‘Twas the night before Groundhog Day

    The frigid temperature of the Canadian subarctic smacked me hard this morning. While one day closer to spring, the first day of February was not in anyway spring like in nature. It made me think about tomorrow. I wondered if Mr. Groundhog would see his shadow or not. And then as always, I fell into…

  • Leap

    Leap

    An aching hole left behind A cavity of space Between what is and what was Change is never easy Uncertainty brutal and unkind I laugh at my own hesitation And do nothing But wait until my time More each day I realize how short Life is Fleeting A run with a stopwatch Off a cliff…