I'm waiting for winter to begin It is cold-ish, but a good blizzard makes Ohio feel like home. Our weather is blowing all over the country just not stopping here. Could I have six inches of snow, please? My plants are not dormant, just shivering in confusion. The sap runs slow. It's just not cold…
Three Letters
This cat has a name with three letters. Bun As with all rescue pets the name game is played He looks like a... not a ... Does he respond to... He doesn't blink when you call him... Girlie calls him Bunny. Well, she screams and squeals BUNNY! As he vaults over the safety gate. Safe…
Is parenting teenagers some form of penance for having impure thoughts?
Is parenting teenagers some form of penance for having impure thoughts? Yes, I read the World According to Garp in Middle School and had impure thoughts. Consequently, I was sentenced to life with teenage boys, thrice. (Yeah, I know I have four kids, but I'm feeling pretty optimistic about my three year old girl's teenage…
It’s over
Another holiday that isn't as important as it is dreaded. It's over Love is all the days of the year All the thoughts in my head Songs I know you like I put in a mixed tape I write you poetry and read it aloud to you A smile, a warm feeling, a hug and…
A tear
A tear falls and I find that it's pouring from my eyes and won't stop. Cathartic, sure but will it feel better soon? All I can do is work on the humans I have at home. Teach responsibility they don't see at school. Explain life from my point of view not as the view. I…
I was going
I was going somewhere when I passed a blinking cursor, calling to me it winked. A wink given must be returned, so I did and I can't stop coming up with things to type. M a y b e t h e t h e o r y o f m y f o l…
I am thankful for
the spontaneous hot hugs from my little germ spreader. Girlie has a fever, but has had no seizures. Hacking cough, sniffling schnozz, drool covered fingers, surrounded by a striped red, grey and cream comforter and the debris of used tissues. She has learned to ask for tissues instead of sharing the wealth of ectoplasm with…
Wishes
I can wish for mud to stomp in and throw like all good toddlers do. With glee and abandon mud splashes on clean shoes and white tights. Why not. Life is here to jump in it. Roll in it, share with friends. Mudbath anyone?
The Troll, Why a troll?
Such fragile creatures, humans. Water bags with lumps inside. Like crunchy rabbit stew without the fur. Big feet like hares, but not sweet or meat enough to eat. Their eyes leak when I catch one. Owwful are the sounds they make like a hyena, horse and mouse rolled into one stringy body. Why do they…
Leaving
Leave Me by Gayle Forman came in the mail two days ago. I just got a chance this evening to read it. This is not a review of her book, but a thought that poured forth after I closed the book. This novel arrived during the week I contemplated running away from home. Not the…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 