In the wee hours of the night, long past twilight, I hover. Like the coward I am, I come late at night. Seeing some form of peace in my children is all I need. The only form of reentry I can manage.
I always begin this journey with Hope. Her translucent face brings a pool of bitter tears to my face. She’s talking in her sleep again. What is she dreaming?
I glide silently, gracelessly down the hall to Michael’s room.
He’s tossing and turning yet again, never quite able to slow his body down. He’s so much taller than…
As the sun begins to set
I’m shedding my old skin
Like a snake in the grass
Slithering its tongue
What will this new life expose
Is there strength or giving up in pain
I can’t see what it looks like
Not seeing you again
The time is not here yet
We’ve shared these days so long
But I feel that rainbow bridge calling
Calling your name with sweet sorrow
Faith, love, and hope my friend
Seem like an impossible task
I won’t let you suffer
I’ll let you go at last
Wise words were spoken once so long ago
Introduction to ILLUMINATION’S-MIRROR
I’ve been writing since I was a young child. I wrote in spurts and was never consistent. Most of the time through my early 20s, it was when I was down, a relationship break up, or some sort of personal catastrophe.
I have to say, I didn’t write in earnest until recently. I didn’t have the confidence or commitment to take responsibility for what I needed to…
Did you experience challenges in 2020 too
Is there something we can actually do
Such sanity reigned unchallenged
Seriously folks, I hope 2021 brings new possibilities
Even in the worst of the worst times
Nothing is beyond our reach — if we don’t give up and care enough
To get out and vote, use our collective voices, and make 2021 great
I was motivated by a one-sentence poem by Stuart Englander “2020 Has Finally Arrived — To the place where it belongs” and my hero, Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
How does it really feel?
Being touch starved — also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation — occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things. (Wikipedia)
I live with a family that doesn’t touch much. My husband hugs and kisses me in the morning and at bedtime. I can hug my 14-year old daughter and kiss the top of her head at bedtime. My 15-year-old son outgrew bedtime hugs a year or so ago.
I don’t remember a lot of touch growing up. Not a lot of hugs or comfort from my mom. We…
I went to visit my family and grandkids two weeks ago. The grandkids were diagnosed with Respiratory Syncytial Virus(RSV). I had never heard of it before and didn’t do much research before I left. My naive misunderstanding was that it only impacted children under the age of two. Both of my grandkids fit the description.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (People at High Risk for RSV Infection/CDC/cdc.gov) state: “RSV season occurs each year in most regions of the U.S. during fall, winter, and spring. Virtually all children get an RSV infection by the time they are two years…
The one constant in my life has been my best friend. Forty-eight years of friendship, and she has never failed me. Her grace, kindness, and genuine love have kept me safe for so many years. There have been a few ups and downs. This one, by far, has been the most challenging.
I’ve been staying at her home for a couple of days before my COVID diagnosis. It has always been my safe place, my hideaway, my oasis. Patsy and her husband always welcomed me with open arms. No reservations needed. Come as you are.
Unmasked. Carefree. Invincible. I had…
I’ve been a wife since I was 21. Not to the same man, of course, but a wife. I’m not sure I was ever cut out for the role. I’m going to give it one last try.
I won’t bore you with the details. I’ve been through it all. I’ve learned some lessons and repeated some. Nevertheless, it’s now or never. Do I continue learning to be a good wife, or do I throw in the towel?
That’s the dilemma I’ve faced since I got married almost four years ago. It was a marriage of need more than love on…
Stand in the misty silence
Listen to sweet soothing sounds
You rarely hear them
‘cept when these moments surround
Open your heart
Bathe in it
Gift your soul
Give yourself this day
Give yourself this time
Remember, joy is not a given
Happiness is a choice
The world around you glistens
With or without your voice
Come out of the shadows
And shine…shine bright
God intended you to
Spread your own special light
Silence is golden
Yes, that’s very true
It took us all by surprise. I always wondered if she knew she was dying. The three long months felt like a lifetime. And then, she was gone.
She was so excited when she told us that she had gotten a new kitten. Of course, it had fleas. She took the kitten out for an afternoon drive and bombed her little house. The fleas were gone when they returned, and Mr. Kitty was settling down.
A couple of weeks later, she thought she had a cold with congestion, coughing, and difficulty breathing. It didn’t worry her at first. My mother…