I’ve been trying to think of the perfect analogy for the past seven weeks, but I’m still at a loss. Here’s the best way I have to describe it: There’s a certain feeling that I get on the Monday after a weekend spent out of town. The weekend trip was usually fun (and necessary), and…
when there is no peace, there are still words
We were standing on the opposite corner from our house, the girls and I, and they were running towards me on the sidewalk. The older one was winning the race and the younger one was angry and loud about it, stopping in her tracks, arms crossed at her chest, in a petulant display of protest….
poetry inspiration
This week is just as much of a doozy as last week, but I’m ready to sit back down and work on the kitchen idea some more. Looking forward to sharing that later this week. In the meantime there are a few poetry related items in the archives I thought I’d share. This is an…