Dad is… … an artist, brick and stone his medium. Callused hands, the storytellers of his creations. Every bruise and every blister, a memory of a masterpiece. … an athlete, the great outdoors his arena. Strong arms and legs, evidence of his resolve. Every mile and every goal, an affirmation of health. … [...]
Then & Now I was a warm snuggle under icy sheets, a loving face after bad dreams. I was everything to her then. I was Spider Smoosher, Candy Land Player, Boo Boo Kisser, Monster Chaser-Away-er. I was everything to her then. Now we have started over, a life boxed up and moved, [...]
What is the opposite of an ode? Whatever it is, I’ve written one about my least favorite food: image credit: distopiandreamgirl on Flickr I detest you. You’re slimy and you feel like a gritty booger in my mouth. I despise you. You’re gross and you taste like wet dirt. [...]
In support of all my Blogger friends who are suffering on this terrible day, I would like to offer you a few bits of poetry to brighten your day in these dark times. You are all in my thoughts and prayers as you face the withdrawal symptoms, the growing boredom, and the impending depression that [...]
Stacks of lined paper covered her desk, her bed, and her floor. Spiral notebooks, pens, and pencils oozed from her bedroom and infiltrated the basement. Her stories crept up the stairs and invaded the kitchen and the family room. Little sticky notes flittered aimlessly around the room, random words covering them in a senseless order [...]
