It’s that time of year, when…

I realize that I am happy.  The weather bobs and dips like a fisher’s boat along with the tide.  Aromas glide in through the cracked window, warm and cozy: onion, sage and spice. It is a crazy time of year for me (work), but I still attempt to stop and focus on what moves me:…

End of July

  The trees call me home. I am full of this storied bliss– chocolate dust fig. -BKL, 2017      

Third Time is the Charm! 

  Our summer has been about adventures at home and locally. Swimming at friends’ or family’s homes, having (almost nightly) water balloon fights/competitions, playing (video) games at home and Dave and Buster’s – it has been a blast so far! On one of the really hot, record busting, days last week, I decided I was…

The Pleasures of Summer

Colors are part of the fabric of who I am. Ask anyone and they will tell you I have a plethora of special gel ink purple pens in assorted nib sizes, my office is painted a lux Caribbean blue, and I wear jewel tones as often as I can.   That said, I truly enjoy…

Gradually, then Suddenly Everything Changes

The traffic slow down, the rubber band of cars moving slower and slower, and then the final slam on the breaks. Everything halts. Or waiting at the car dealer is first gradual, no problem, the ebbs and flows of excitement and anxiety swirling as one, and then energy suddenly gone. Too much and then deal…

Summer Reading 2017 (Yay!)

The pile of summer reads is here! I have been curating and choosing what I want to read for the last month or so, and now it is ready! This is just in time since I take vacation next week. Curl up. Lay out. Drink a summer beverage (most likely iced coffee). Read. Repeat.  I…

Magic, naturally.

It’s nearly the end of  National Poetry Month and today is World Book Day (yay!). Though I haven’t been a strong presence in my actual poetry community, I am trying to remain present in the online community.  I have been writing daily, and reading as much as time permits with my busy work-mom-life schedule. So it…

The boys

    The boys are my poetry.  All the cliches come to mind about time and growth; they are all true. In a short 48 hours, I will have a nine year old, and in only nine short weeks, I will have an 8th grader.  #thestruggleisreal #lifeisbeautiful    

To Light the Way…

Merry Christmas and Season’s Greetings to all in this celebration of light in the time of darkness. No matter where or from whom the message comes, this is the moment to savor and be grateful for the light.  I am native to Southern California and we are drenched in so much sunlight, we can often…

Eat the Words…

I want to take a moment to review a friend’s chapbook of poetry.  I love her work and style, and it always delights me to be able to review her poetry! Cati Porter is a daring poet and creator of spaces, both physical and digital, in which to collect and showcase poets/poetry.  We met over…

Standing Rock Syllabus — Discover

Compiled by a group of Indigenous scholars and activists and settler/POC supporters, the #StandingRockSyllabus gathers reading material on #NoDAPL, the Dakota Access Pipeline, and Indigenous history in the United States in general. via Standing Rock Syllabus — Discover After my long (routine) silences on this blog, I think it wise to begin again by sharing something…

3 Moves, One Year

Life is good.  We have moved for the third time in one year.  Notice (exhibit A) the storage bin is empty.  The strong men (and one woman) moved heavy objects for several days, and on Sunday we drank a fancy mocha @ The Peach Cafe in our new hometown.  Tired, achy, and back to work,…