3 May Poems
Trying my hand at an art I have not touched in 20 years Continue reading 3 May Poems
On Twain & Tweens
It was my first time serving as a substitute teacher in a middle school English class. The topic was Mark Twain, and this should have been easy, as I had grown up near the park surrounding the great Missouri author’s … Continue reading On Twain & Tweens
My 2015 Review, by the numbers
What will I remember of the last 365 days? What is my hope for the year ahead? Continue reading My 2015 Review, by the numbers
Cotton-headed ninny-muggins
Republican, democrat, libertarian. Muslim, Christian, Jew. Pro-life, pro-choice. Gay, straight, transgender. Marxist, fascist, socialist, Nazi, commie. Left-wing, right-wing, conservative, liberal. Rich, poor, educated, ignorant. Gun lover, cop hater, addict, hippie, redneck, abuser, victim. We have life-or-death issues to discuss: violence, immigration, terrorism, education, police brutality, war on drugs, freedom, equality, homelessness, mental illness (and more). Solutions don’t lie with labeling, segregating, name calling and fear mongering. Solutions lie with humanizing every concern, finding common ground. We all thirst for security, health and freedom. Let’s start there. Continue reading Cotton-headed ninny-muggins
Meeting Grampa in the Middle of Nowhere: a Montana Mystery
In the less-traveled back roads and in dusty memories, Montana holds mystery. Continue reading Meeting Grampa in the Middle of Nowhere: a Montana Mystery
I Wasn’t Supposed to Be a Mom (Or, Not Your Usual Mother’s Day Reflection)
At 31, following several years of medical treatments and a roller coaster of adjusting hormone therapy, I was anxious to proceed with a hysterectomy. Those troubled ovaries weren’t worth keeping. They caused so much pain and worked so poorly that … Continue reading I Wasn’t Supposed to Be a Mom (Or, Not Your Usual Mother’s Day Reflection)
Only One Regret
Shared from “To Be Continued.” Every now and again, those quizzes circulate social media, asking us to identify silly things like our greatest fear or biggest regret. The answers are easy for me: fear itself, and no regrets. (Okay, full … Continue reading Only One Regret
Grace for the Sparrow
It was like a Windex commercial, except without the laughing crows. The small sparrow on its morning trek was blissfully unaware that the scene ahead was framed by brick and encased in glass. The legal assistant inside the office building … Continue reading Grace for the Sparrow
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