Around the triggers, wounds I did not create Yet somehow feel responsible for, I Hold space. Tip-toe. Catch my breath.  Wait for the...

"It's funny the way things turn out, isn't it?" my father muses as we sit at the kitchen table, drinking our late afternoon coffee.  The...

"Rolling down my driver’s side window Cruising in a worn out mini-van Bra slipped off once I hit Mile 10 But I don’t even give a damn...

Rolling down my driver’s side window Cruising in a worn out mini-van Bra slipped off once I hit Mile 10 But I don’t even give a damn...

Sweat beading on the tip of my nose, I squint across the diamond of red clay for the score. Suddenly, worn out funeral fan thrusts itself...

A tired mother stands before the kitchen stove, combining ingredients into a Dutch oven for dinner, pausing briefly to absent-mindedly...

My voice first came From…My mother’s touch From my father’s soothing words As they rocked me to sleep Swaying back…and forth Safe and...

Bags can get heavy. How many times have we loaded up a diaper bag, a ruck sack, a field pack, or a purse with one thing after the next,...

Looking down at my fingernails, I notice the clear nail polish that I applied for a party over a week ago is already wearing off....

Finding that balance Mother, caregiver, work, life Things often get left behind Day in and day out My brain opens more “windows” Some...