Here is getting a poem in *just* under the wire. There is this cycle, This carnival, This wheel In life - In families - In careers - In home and hearth - And you never *Really* Know where you are, On that Merry-go-round Brilliant and shining, You never know. Not until you -Look Back - … Continue reading The Circle Game….
Today. At 5:00 pm California time, the US Women's soccer team will have a friendly match against Belgium. You are probably thinking, yeah. What's the big deal? Well the big deal is, that at half-time the '99 Women's team that won the World Cup will be honored. How cool is that? Nearly every player from … Continue reading World Cup
This song. Talk about the soundtrack of my life... I was seriously obsessed with it in the nineties... pretty much anything by the Cranberries, such a big fan. But this song in particular became a part of who I am, that and Zombie. Why? You can just feel the angst and the Irish in her … Continue reading Linger
The year was 2008. That is an important detail in this story. It was 2008 and we had just looked at a couple of houses on the water. It was little disheartening. Most were too small, too weird or too much money. Finally our tireless realtor, Marna showed us a house that was big enough … Continue reading Buying a House and The Butterfly Effect
1 John 3:17 17 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? I woke up, grabbed some coffee and read today's prompt, OPEN. I thought, "Easy. That will be easy." Finished up morning chores, scanned FB and saw … Continue reading A Little Help?
29th poem in the month of April. Prompt: Tantrum. We put on music And cleaned the house. Placed tulips in the vase Open a good Bottle of red. Set the table With our best Open the door And invite Guests in. Sitting on the deck, Sipping Gin and tonics, Watching the waves And boats The … Continue reading Poem #29
Because April is poetry month... A poem a day. (I do get that this is sappy, but it is what kept floating to the top of my mind, today for poem #3. I couldn't make it go away.) Weston Sloppy wet baby kisses Sticky hand on my cheek Wondering eyes, Wide and curious. Rosy Cheeks, … Continue reading Poem # 3
Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom. Suddenly, I am home again.
Halloween in Anchorage meant costumes worn over bulky snowsuits. It meant cold, snowy, moonless nights trick-or-treating in our protected little neighborhood. The big question was always, would there be snow? Halloween was homemade costumes. My siblings and I were hobos once. Eyebrow pencil stubble on our chins, gel in our hair and then tousled, oversized … Continue reading Trick-or-Treat
When one of the girls came home with lice I was horrified! Just horrified. My entire childhood and the first ten years as a parent I had never heard of a single case. I knew there was such a thing, but I had never seen a louse before. Had never known anyone that had one … Continue reading Serendipity of the Itchy Kind