Lisa Jo asks us to write for five minutes today on tired. I think I know a little about that. I can tackle five minutes. Just five minutes though. Because I’m so . . . tired. GO The tables were beautiful, draped in white linen and scattered with Hobby Lobby pirate gold coins. Mom would […]
Five Minute Friday ~ Grateful
GO! Grateful for this home away from home that will in so many ways be hard to leave. Grateful for staff who have become friends–no, family–who have kept watch and cared for her with such love and dignity. Grateful for tender hands and compassionate hearts. Grateful for Nick who has seen so many come and […]
Five Minute Friday: Grow
Joining again with Lisa Jo and community. Spilling words for five minutes on this week’s prompt. GROW. Go! There is growth in the soft places. In the darkness of the womb, nourished by life. Sculpted by nothing. And babies grow into little girls. And little girls into young women. And there is no control. No […]
Photoplay From My Back: Comfortable
I hover over her, squint at her tilted back and crooked neck. Are you comfortable? She looks up at me. Are you? No. I tug and pull and fluff her pillows. How is that– are you comfortable now? She looks up at me. Are you? Yes, I’m better. And we laugh. She hates this, […]
Five-Minute Friday: Putting on the Brakes
Five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. On unexpected. GO! Here I sit at the Dodge dealership watching televised observances from Arlington. I stopped on the way back to the Cottage for an overdue oil change. I didn’t expect to be here that long. Usually I’m in and out. But today is Veteran’s Day, and they are busy. […]
Yellow Leaves
Nothing left but yellow leaves they fall in earnest now like tears and tumble in the wind. Stripped limps stretch and reach through gray to touch the sun and wait. Hearts ache and break for moments lost to hardened hearts and tears they hide behind the laughter and leak through crinkled corners in the night. […]
Five Minute Friday: Remembering Useless
Casey, a therapy dog We’ve been taking a lot of walks down memory lane. Like yesterday when a volunteer brought Casey to visit. It got us talking about our own dog. The one my dad brought home one day, the last left of a litter that some vet was giving away. His mother was a […]
Cashmere Comforter
Gray billows of cashmere spun by sacred hands whipped cream piled soft heaven’s comforter. A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems. Photo taken from an airplane.
Drink it Up
How many times have I traveled this road as it bends and curves? Enough lately so I dare to look around and let the Journey carry me. It strains to climb. Carmine and golden hills surround me. This is ski country after all. My dad says this road was once an Indian trail that led […]
When You Want to be Relevant
Bold and beautiful. Without editing. In five minutes. That’s how we’re supposed to write on Five-Minute Friday. So. Go! It’s not a word I use much. Relevant. But Lisa Jo is at the Relevant Conference. So that word is on her mind. I had to look it up. And then I wondered if it was […]
