Childhood Innocence

Tattoo fun!

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? To tattoo or not to tattoo, that is the question. I got my first tiny tattoo after my son was born. Simply, the tattoo symbolized "blessing " About five years later, I got my next one.  This one was channeled just for me. I …

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Wildflowers at creek

Sweet Spot

“Sweet Spot” I found my voice. 💜 Original poetry to be included in my next book of poetry. Click here: Sweet Spot

Book of poetry

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Moment’s as they Come

IT'S HERE! In December my first book of poetry, Moment's as they Come, will be published by Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd. You can pre-order it now. Just in time for the Holidays! If you or someone you know is going through the empty nest transition, this book can be your companion. What happens when all …

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Opposition

Opposition

It just doesn’t matter

sobriety

30 Years Sober

30 years without a drinkBoy how time fliesSitting in a small rentalWondering how to survive A wake up callMany at thatThis time I choseTo hear the call Just one dayReach out for helpJust for this momentI swear it'll stay 30 years have gone byWho was that girl?I don't recognize her or the lifeYet loving her …

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Poetry: Our Anniversary

children joy

Poetry: Friday night moment

A poem on a Friday night . . . . I ask for guidanceThe words fallNobody buys itWhat am I doing? I get up at 4:50 a.m.Every day is the sameOr not15 years gone . . . How? I writeI prayA master at creatingNot at this I say I keep showing upI stumbleI bounce backWho …

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lake stillness

Poetry: Time

A blinkA woman, old and graySitting in a chair overlooking the lake A blinkRunning through the fieldsDon't let the bees stingDidn't have a chance A blinkPlaying an instrumentSitting on a fenceNeighbor parents watching the show A blinkOld and contentMemory fadingA life well lived A blinkMy wedding dayThe birth of my sonGraduation A blinkCrawling on my …

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