Do You Feel It?

When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →

She Shines for Everyone

I imagine that when the sun rises each day,She's eager to see who she'll reach;To check on how her little babesHave grown. A happy face on a proud,Beaming mother doing her best. But I imagine it's rough on daysWhen no one notices her. SheGets it though: so many are busy, afraid,Scrambling for solutions because theirHomes... Continue Reading →

Even in the Darkest Hours

Something crashes. The trash can outside? The rain barrel? What is that? In the dark (what hour is it?) I hop up from bed and run to the backdoor, my dogs growling and scrambling around my feet. I flip on the porch light to see that some boxes I had sitting on top of the... Continue Reading →

That Dang Exhale

Three years ago, I posted an essay called, "An Exhale." That story went on to be published in two nonfiction anthologies which can be found here and here ---publications for which I'm not only proud, but grateful to have had the opportunity to share with others the potential catastrophe that hurricanes can bring: not just... Continue Reading →

Porch

One week ago, I sat on my porch and watched a diagonal thunderstorm. Branches and leaves flailed violently and I’m not sure the thunder ever stopped---instead it hummed low like an idling truck with shocks of explosions here and there. Its growl never stopped, though. Out there on my porch, I stayed awake the entire... Continue Reading →

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: