Which path to take? Which decision is best for the most people involved? For me. For my loved ones. Every choice means I didn’t choose the other thing: the other path that is equally important. Equally exciting. Full of good and promise and so much hope for the future. But…

The time comes when it doesn’t matter anymore the pain the sadness the regret the time comes to let it all go that time may be because it’s too late to say the things that hurt your soul stunted your growth made you struggle and fight through life too late…

They look on in admiration Seeing a real-life heroine before their eyes She needs no helping hands, no kind gestures, nor invites It is she who does the helping, the giving, the entertaining All graciously, beautifully, like Superwoman in disguise They look on without seeing Her exhaustion hidden behind a warm…

If I don’t, I won’t accomplish what I want. I’m not a fan of routines and schedules, not strict ones anyway. They just don’t work well with my lifestyle or personality. I do appreciate and need loose routines and schedules — ones that make room for all the unexpected that…

Have we behaved so horribly we’ve made you hide your face? Never wanting to see us again, never wanting your rays to touch our bodies. Did we take for granted your life-giving heat? Your caresses and kisses that made us sing. …

In time of rest I cannot find quiet from my mind’s questions and torments I want to sleep at ease but life invades shatters rest needed needed like water to the tongue on a person walking in terrible heat, the sun beating down, scorching life within Peaceful sleep alludes me leaving…

A Poem about my 3-year old son “You’re my love,” I tell him, “You’re my love!” he responds back. A perfect little boy capable of melting his mama’s heart with a look of his sneaky, twinkling eyes. My last son, last child, child ten for me. Before he was born…

Why is it so hard to get started again? — I know I’m not the only one struggling to get back to writing after the holiday season. Right?! I had a nice long break from writing for most of December. I had a daily writing habit for a long while then only wrote a few things in December. I managed…

Words pushed behind a wall of stone and masonry, shut up and dammed so no one can ever see hear or know exactly the truth untold shameful silence is best they say words are too powerful words can revolutionize the world so they shut us up and out to keep…