Jan DobsonMother to Child, Child to MomOne. Step. That’s it, slide forward three inches.Mar 19, 2018Mar 19, 2018
Jan DobsonNightmaresFitful. Lids twitching. Hands busy beneath coarse, bleached sheet. This harshly lit room is no match for the demons and dreams lurking…Mar 19, 2018Mar 19, 2018
Jan DobsonChattanooga Choo ChooToes Tapping to Glenn Miller and his band. Back and forth, up and down. “Pennsylvania six five thousand!” No room can be white sterile with…Mar 19, 2018Mar 19, 2018
Jan DobsonThe Child, Adult, Hunger and Wonder WithinI believe that the need for spirituality and fulfillment of one’s soul is everything. Some feel most fulfilled at the top of a mountain…Oct 29, 2015Oct 29, 2015
Jan DobsonPerfectionism MatchedI reach, contorting on my tippie toes. The Trapezius muscles stretching over my shoulders ache as I hold the red-handled extension clippers…Oct 16, 2015Oct 16, 2015