Every Tuesday afternoon. Right after school she dashed home and crammed a week’s worth of practice into thirty minutes. She liked the piano. She really wanted to learn it, but…
They said it would be easy. No web site experience needed. Just the click of a button. I’m here to tell you this: they are wrong. Changing over to a…
I moved to California at the beginning of fourth grade, and it didn’t take me long to find a cute, blond-haired boy to fall in love with. He was the…
Okay, so it’s not technically a poem, but it is poetic… Love Love is the younger sister of Patience, Courage, and Beauty. She depends on her older sisters for survival;…
Welcome Tuesday! Or as I call it here, Monday Two. Or Pre-Wednesday. Whatever you call it, it’s time for Top Ten Tuesday from the wonderful The Broke and the Bookish.…
The gust of wind kicked up and dropped the brittle brown leaf on the wooden table directly in front of me. Its edges curled up as if to smile. It…
Today I want to share one of my own poems that I think is pretty cool. Inspired by Death Cab for Cutie’s Coney Island and my own trip to Coney…
It’s a hectic week, so Literary Battles will return next week. Sorry 🙁 But in the meantime, enjoy this #TBT post from the past. Early in my writing career, an…
Her father loved his plants. He mostly grew roses, but when retirement forced him out of his home–the one with the yard for all his rose bushes–he turned to geraniums.…
I didn’t have the choice between two roads. There was only the one. Where I stood, there was so much space. The path was wide, the view vast, and the…
She dreamed of one day returning to Capri. She wanted to be in a boat all day and swim in the clear blue water. And so she did. However, it…
I was wandering lonely as a cloud for the past month. Then all at once at the market I saw a host of golden daffodils, beside the checkout, in front…
So many bad things had happened to her, one right after the other. Her father, the book, the job. And then out in the desert, far away from home, she…
She’d almost gotten to the top. She’d been so close but tumbled all the way back down. She stands at…
(Recently I reread my very first post here. It was nourishing for my soul to remember why I started this journey and to see how far I’ve come in the…
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