Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
I’m joining the party over at the lovely Cara Strickland’s today (you’ll see her in a minute), where she invited other writers to share on the theme of friendship. You can visit the link up here.) The beauty of the world wide web is the instant connection one can make across the miles with family,…
photo credit* The Golden Globe awards were on last night, the show which honors not only television but movie shows, their actors and actresses. I had a vested interest in the outcome for the “Into the Woods” cast–not ONE award–shock! Of course, the real reason I watched was for the fashions–who was wearing what. Katherine…
It’s the beginning of a New Year; a new start, a fresh beginning. Are you making any resolutions? I’ve made only one. It’s like the over arching bridge that supports all the rest of my year. My resolution? To remember whose I am. I have the privilege of Guest Posting over at Jennifer Dukes Lee’s…
“If everyone valued home above gold, this world would be a merry place.” Bilbo Baggins, The Hobbit, Battle of the Five Armies Home is where we are welcomed, where laughter flows and prayers are offered around the table, where silly photos are snapped in the kitchen and grown-ups dance to music from The Nutcracker…
You could say (and you would be correct) the mottled, colorless sky leaves one bereft of brightness this time of year. You could say (see above) the empty, lifeless branches are dull, dormant gray/brown slender swords against said mottled sky. You could say (well, you know) there’s little beauty in such poor adornment, small pleasure…
Write the world a story –one of your very own– with a beginning like no other. Paint a picture only you can paint with brushes dipped in days and nights of liquid life when it pools and puddles. Illustrate the middle and tell us how it is, with all the color, the light, the dark…
Friends and family leave words on screens and phone lines, dropping voices and laughter like golden pendants rippling across the surface of my morning. Bookends of baking–pies first and the turkey last– include potatoes, The Green Bean Casserole and sweet potatoes in between. Chimes outside echo on the warm wind of a rare November day,…
In late fall a few years ago I had the pleasure of hosting the diminuitive L.L. Barkat, a woman with a contagious laugh, a love of poetry and instigator of the Mischief Cafe (among other things.) The Mischief Cafe is sort of a traveling road show with tea, toast and poetry. Laura and I had…
Building a marriage is timber over time, the on purpose-ness of candles on the table on a run-of-the-mill Saturday night illuminating the daily gift that says, “I made something for you.” It’s a pile of firewood carried through the cold, banked against the night’s chill. Opera music, loud on the stereo while dinner cools and…
More thoughts from my Deck Time, prompted by ‘God in the Yard’ (Spiritual Practice for the Rest of Us)**, an ongoing full stop in the middle of my days. There’s a scientific rule, I think, about forward motion–the more intensely and quickly an object is moving, the harder it is to slow down. Something like…