Tag Archive: children

Professing

by

My son called me yesterday.  He’s excited about the fact that he’s going for it!  I have no doubt that the promotion committee (or whatever it’s called)  has all the information needed to see that… Continue reading

An Unexpected Lesson From The Sidelines

by

In my lifetime, I’ve made so many mistakes that I’ve wondered if my sole purpose on this Earth was to be that “bad example” parents point to that convinces a child not to… Continue reading

TROUBLE

by

  I’m reblogging this post, first published in May 2013, for new readers. I’m now a published author, but I’m still trouble.  🙂 <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> I’m contentious, not consistent–an alphabet soup of proliferation followed… Continue reading

POETRY WAR: The Wonder

by

My Christmas treasure, the glow of a child’s wonder pouring through her eyes. At Christmas time, I’m usually visiting my son, sister or daughter.  Otherwise, it’s just another holiday to avoid– for those… Continue reading

Poetry War – Christmas Past

by

I think Christmas was my mom’s favorite holiday of the year. All the very best things in her world happened at Christmas: Everyone in her family who lived out of town showed up a… Continue reading

Poetry War- Adventures in Legoland

by

I have a friend, Mark, visiting from Canada who is a fanatical designer and builder of fantastic LEGO space colonies. It is his opinion that Lego is wasted on kids. He tells me… Continue reading

POETRY WAR: What I like best about Christmas

by

Rides on a rooftop in downtown Miami. Sparkle of lights standing next to my family. A meeting with Santa, the Orange Bowl parade, the glitter and sparkle as bands promenade. . Sparkling wonderment,… Continue reading

Hello-win

by

Hello-Win’s the time of year where no one screams and no one fears when people laugh at costumes bright with joy and fun all through the night. Perhaps you’ll catch a passing glimpse… Continue reading

Saying goodbye

by

New house, new life. Wisconsin in late summer. This is how I remember my daughter.   Dresses, not pants. Purple, pink and pretty. This is how I remember the small child.   Years… Continue reading

How to bake a life (or…what I learned from my daughter)

by

Emptiness, like a new kitchen depends on you to fill it.   Clanging pots, clattering pans don’t drive off hunger. The cook does.   Bake a life with the potential >>>’empty.’>>> given to… Continue reading