“My” Voice

Find your voice, they say. Tell your story, they say. Your words have power; your story gives hope. The truth? The truth is I don’t want to find my voice. My words are empty and my story is hopeless. My voice says the same thing – Look at me. Hear me! Me, me, me. This is hard and I’m always …

Fall, In Love

An endless path stretches before us, blanketed in a golden carpet of crisp, fall beauty. They run ahead, those three little ones of ours, without a care in the world. Laughter and squeals trail behind them on the air. Beneath our feet the leaves await us – they’ve placed themselves just so, just for us, you know. They sing out …

Where You See Me

Curled in a ball under the duvet. Eyes clenched tight. So tight the tears pooling inside can’t escape. I rock and clench and hum and pretend. Pretend that the whole world is here inside this coccoon of warmth I’ve made for myself here is my bed. In the dark. Muted sounds muffle their way through the layers of protection. This …

Pollen From Paint?

The sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and warmed our backs as we sipped coffee at our favorite cafe – a rare treat in October (the sun, not the coffee). Our son toddled happily around his familiar surroundings and we just sipped, and chatted, and watched and enjoyed. When out of the corner of my eye I saw something …

The Race of My Heart

I nun-ing, Ma-ma….I na fass-iss! “You are the fastest! Go!!” I watch you run as fast as your pudgy little feet will take you, full cheeks bouncing in ecstasy at the freedom you have to just run; jump; be. You climb on the chairs, color a picture, stacks blocks, and “read” books. Oh, the books. I have them all memorized …

The Blessing of A Bloom

This post first appeared on my old blog a few years ago. It’s message resonated with me today, so I wanted to share it with you again. We planted it back at the beginning of summer. Along with the strawberries that never quite made it, and the sweet pea that bloomed in beauty. It was the first of the three …

It’s Yours

I have this dream. You gave it to me. I hold it here in my hands; close to my heart. This dream I used to carry buried deep in my soul I now clench tightly outside myself; willing it to fruition. The others…they come around me, reaching, grabbing. Trying to snatch it away from me. They think they can tend …

Wide-Angled View

The theme for Five Minute Friday this week is: WIDE Five minutes, no stopping, no editing. Just. Writing. Start The cage of overcast, heavy clouds has lifted. The blinders of fog and mist removed. The sun shines out the brighter, and all things seem new. The world is glorious. A cotton-ball sky extends overhead, a brilliant azure blanket covering a …