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Staycation
You’ve probably heard the term. Staycation. It’s like vacation, except you stay. At your home. Most people consider it second-rate, the alternative to a real vacation, particularly because they’re in some sort of financial bind and can’t afford a week long cruise or getaway to the ski lodge or to the mountains. So, they stay
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Welcome, Fall
The summer is ending Leaves are drying up Sun setting sooner Water temperature dropping Time isn’t stopping No. It’s marching, as they say Forward to the future Here it is, September My soul beckons the fall I doubt my old friends remember me at all For it’s now been three summers ago When we are
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Joseph
I read his obituary today It was short and belated He was only 38 Something in his wake has me frustrated I knew more about him than the post revealed But I didn’t really know him, did I? In that small memo his spirit appealed He was morbidly overweight Could barely breathe as he walked
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I Look to You
Sometimes I wonder why You bother If I’m being honest There’s a lot wrong here I know it’s nothing new You’ve seen all these problems before The greed and the hate Injustice abounds The scales aren’t balanced It seems there’s no righteousness to be found There’s doors and walls, locks for a reason Weapons in
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Myrtle
Myrtle You look like you are crying But your head is happy It’s puffy and pink, interspersed with green A pretty lady making a scene But your legs are crusty , worn, and weathered You’re scaling, shedding, falling apart Pink petals on the ground Coming undone, You work of art Maybe you know fall is
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Sippy
Ding! The sliver of white and clear keratin that was my fingernail made contact with the Mason jar as I swung my arms at my sides. The wide-mouthed 450 milliliter glass jar took flight, aborting its comfortable spot in my husband’s hand. 50 milliliters of amber fluid was ejected from the jar, making contact with
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It’s Your Life
Make your life what you want If you find yourself complaining, stop and reflect Ask, “Why am I bored, angry, sad?” For it’d be a shame to look back and regret the life you had I used to make sandwiches for six dollars an hour When I was sixteen I’m glad I listened to my
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Goose Creek State Park
Goose Creek State Park in North Carolina wasn’t crowded on that summer day. I decided to get some miles on foot, while my husband Richard opted for his bike. We took different routes at one point, Richard sticking to the flat trail and me and Billy, our golden retriever, staying on the more mountainous terrain.
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Farewell, Dear Friend
Here we are In the middle of the Eastern Atlantic Halfway between Boston and Florida Beaches, prayers, bicycles, teenage antics Friends for half a life It’s been awesome, nothing short of nice. Virginia. Norfolk. Ocean View. Here’s a reflection on the state of me and you It looks a bit like a final summer sunset
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The Choice
Jasmine pulled up to the corner café’ in her sparkling black Tesla. Before grabbing her Brahmin satchel from the passenger seat, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She took a minute to apply some foundation to try to conceal the less fashionable bags that had settled under her eyes. At 38, she was
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