Your words of wisdom live! Even if you’ve moved on. I’m an industrial engineer. Or at least I used to be. I’ve got the diploma around here somewhere to prove it. Then I was a stay-at-home mom. Not sure what you would call me now, as I still don’t work…

A brief memoir by the one who doesn’t “work” — I still remember how it felt all those years ago. I had recently gotten married and moved into an apartment with my husband in his hometown. He was about to start working full time for the company he had interned with, or rather“co-oped” with, as they called it in those…

A poetic struggle of power and forgiveness — She’s the only one that gets me, My family never does, She lifts me out of doldrums, Sending presents just because. Our bond is like the ocean, True blue and fathoms deep, My precious, darkest secrets, Are mine and hers, alone to keep. Our fun times seem so effortless, Rising like…

Emergence from the depths — Day in And day out I showed up Unconditionally I was faithful in my workmanship I kept the shiny machine running Feeding in all required materials Never faltering in my commitments I was utterly dependable Unshakably reliable Even-keeled Until I wasn’t Suddenly, that was it — I could take no…

Loving heart, untamed spirit — Can anyone truly own The Husky? His spirit cannot be quelled He whines and he moans He loves to dig bones And to bury them, equally well Can anyone truly pen The Husky? Squelch his ambition to roam the land free? Yes, you can put up a fence You can tie his neck…

A mother-life-love poem — As the mother of grown children — This is my response to the frequently asked question, “So, what do you do?”: What do I Do? I am the glue! I’m the unseen hand that they hold On Adventures Untold An ever-present force in “the wings” I stand in the gap Make…

True power is seized in degrees — Once-upon-a-time In a Land Not-so-far-away I was given A Golden Ticket It did not come From a chocolate bar But, rather it was Conferred Upon Me A-Paper-Prize For playing the game Ever so well I had gone To the mountain And climbed that bitch Others had faltered But no, not me I…

A January sixth musing — I look back at the holidays just past. Jack Frost had had his way with us. The tricky giant had made his presence known across the vast land. He had spread his icy fingers far and wide. Not quite to all corners, but far enough for infamy. He was the influencer of…

A paradox of productivity —