Bittersweet Endings

May 29, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

“I’m losing my baby!” my daughter laments while planning our youngest granddaughter’s birthday. The birthday girl is three. She is losing her baby fat, wants to do everything “by myself”, knows her own mind and can articulate it. Like this unicorn costume she insisted on wearing instead of the party dress her mother bought her. […]

Pink!

May 17, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Thanks to the creative suggestions on my Birthday Art post, I have created this series of watercolour images for my soon-to-be three-year-old granddaughter. Pink is my world, is her motto.

A Heart Full of Gratitude

January 23, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

On the occasion of Ric’s birthday, it’s difficult not to feel deep gratitude for this dear man I’ve had the pleasure of sharing life with these past sixteen years. From those first witty exchanges online to our initial meetings, I was intrigued: here was a man with intelligence and passion that listened and responded, encouraging […]

Baby Turns Two

May 31, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

Two years ago my husband was just released from the hospital following triple bypass surgery, my daughter’s mother-in-law fell down their stairs resulting in a concussion, and our third granddaughter was born. It was a chaotic time. Now, I am happy to report, all are well, and the little one is more than thriving. We […]

The Car Crash

That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]

Empty Surges

Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.

Hurricane

Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.