PinnedElizabeth Esther CepedaRaindrops on StoneThe stone won’t remember each raindrop.May 5, 20229May 5, 20229
PinnedElizabeth Esther CepedaDad, Me, and the StormMy childhood was made up of sticky jelly left on cheeks. Scabs worn like badges of honor on knees. My five siblings getting into trouble…Jun 19, 202213Jun 19, 202213
PinnedElizabeth Esther CepedaWhat is Life, Anyway?Many years ago, a woman in my neighborhood left her newborn on a park bench in the middle of winter. No one happened upon the infant until…May 15, 20224May 15, 20224
PinnedElizabeth Esther CepedaWho Needs Memory Lane When You Have Grocery Store Aisles?The parking lot is packed. More than usual. I have to squeeze into a tight space, praying for God to take the wheel on this one. Not to…Apr 28, 202215Apr 28, 202215
Elizabeth Esther CepedaEmpty the Dishwasher as a FamilyA poem on the value of doing a mundane task as a familyJul 18, 2022Jul 18, 2022
Elizabeth Esther CepedaDear Diary, Lyme SucksMy health ebbs and flows. I tend to push myself hard…too hard…when riding a strong current of health. This usually drains me dry and causes…May 29, 20225May 29, 20225
Elizabeth Esther CepedaWhen Loss Meets LifeThere’s a hidden gift when life meets loss —May 23, 20223May 23, 20223
Elizabeth Esther CepedaTwas the Day After Mother’s DayTwas the day after Mother’s Day,May 9, 20229May 9, 20229
Elizabeth Esther CepedaYou’re Invited to My Medium “House Warming Party”Follow me, I’ll follow you.Apr 24, 202216Apr 24, 202216
Elizabeth Esther CepedaThe Adventure That Chose HerA Lighthearted Fable About a Puppy Named FableApr 23, 20226Apr 23, 20226
