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Early morning rush
It happens every day, at least, every weekday. First I wake up early, requiring a minimum of one hour before I feel capable of coping with the world at large. Coffee by now, no longer just an excuse but a requirement. I think back, to a land before children. When six am seemed impossibly early.…
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The descent of Tuesday
I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…
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Me. Not-so-clean
Another Friday morning, although it feels a little wrong to say that already. A midweek holiday leaves me feeling not quite right until the Sunday reset. More irritating viruses have invaded our house, fresh for the 2019 season. Coughing, upset stomach and the like, it feels unexpected and yet like it never left. Day 4…
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Little boy
He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…
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Little boy
He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…
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December 17th
More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…
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December 17th
More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…
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November Sunday
Another long week has finally ended, Fluffy snow softens the ground My little ones cough and sputter throwing their germs around With so many items on my list, But all the checkmarks missing Another week looms stark ahead And I don’t feel much of a blessing But time it does not wait And kids don’t…
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Wednesday wonderings
Only the seventh time I’ve written this month, which means I’m way behind in life in general. On my second course of antibiotics for the old friend who plagued me for most of my childhood years- strep, my nemesis. Even with tonsils out and a recent case, it found me again. I searched for which…