People used to send me photos of the Moon. I would write imaginative tweets about riding the Crescent Moon or express my disappointment that a glorious Full Moon was hidden behind clouds. I would smile and smile as lovely moon photos were sent to my timeline. We enjoyed the Moon together, united under the same … More I used to receive moons…
Certain objects become touchstones of our younger years. Perhaps it’s a small statue or a wall hanging that has come to symbolize childhood for you in some way. I wonder why some objects take on a special meaning and other objects do not carry any particular significance in our memories. The objects that have a … More unintentional touchstones
“I’m rocking you,” I said to Flowergirl. “No,” she says, “I’m rocking you.” She was right. She was rocking us with her foot as we sat together in the rocking chair, only I assumed that I was doing the rocking. Something small has shifted. So small I almost didn’t notice it. Today we received a … More baby steps
(as I post poems here, I will move them over to the new page “poems published in poetry journals”, which is at the top of this page HERE.) each day it slips a slow avalanche from chiseled peaks my topography eroded by the ages red lights Vol 11, No 1 (2015)
When I started writing ‘Moon Full of Moons‘ (published by Peaceful Daily), I didn’t know it would be a book. I also didn’t realize the poems would become a companion through one of the most difficult transitions in my life: the final, true acceptance of my mother’s schizophrenia. Until then, I had accepted her illness … More My Journey to the Moon – Part One
A journey into darkness and back to the light. The Moon makes it look so easy. My first book of poetry, Moon Full of Moons, has been released by publisher Peaceful Daily, and is now available at the following locations: Amazon Barnes and Noble We are thrilled with the beauty of the result, and even … More Book release: Moon Full of Moons – Poetry of Transformation
My mother has never admitted her mental illness to me, yet the evidence of it is undeniable. It would have made my journey (and hers) easier if she could have discussed her schizophrenia with the ease she discusses her more physical ailments. Writing has been cathartic during my road to acceptance and finding a new … More Discussing an unspeakable truth
She asks to put on her doctor outfit. She listens to my heart, gives me a shot, starts a medical chart for me, asking how to spell Mommy. At 4-years old, she is fascinated by the body. What is this part called, she asks, pointing to her calf. What would happen if we didn’t have … More The possibility of her
I’d been doing too much, everywhere, really. Finally, I was told I was not allowed to work through lunch, like I had been. So I walked instead. I headed toward two art museums, one across the street from the other. I always visited the museum with the Pollock, the van Gogh, the Monet, and the … More Finding Hope When You Least Expect It
It began like a see-saw balanced on its fulcrum. One might say it could have gone either way, but if you knew the whole story, you would say – NOT REALLY. Soon, inevitably, circumstances slid downward like sand on a hill. When the girl surveyed the situation, she started climbing against the momentum of it. … More The Girl Who Stopped Running
