{Fly Away From Me: On Children}

I woke up this morning, the sun creeping in earlier than I wanted.  Coming out of my dreams, I felt grief wash over my body, sore from running daily; I felt the years wash over me physically.  And fear. I am afraid for all the time—lost.  Gone. My children are almost grownup into people, yet…

Fly Boy (a poem about letting our children grow and go)

  My baby flew away today with hardly a look back at me. Motionless, I whispered “I love you.” He waved and then abruptly he was gone. I’m not ready! My heart heavy. I am not able to see him there, high up there in the clouds he is spinning golden dreams, twirling with anticipation and…

A Poem: No Vacancy

The summer I was eighteen I wanted one thing — a boy named Tommy LaRue. He was my first boyfriend.  My first kiss. I learned three things from him. What is a French kiss? To drink cheap Champagne. That I was expendable. In those days, I knew nothing of myself.  How to be with people….

Growing Old is so Uncool!

Over the last five years my life story has been full of tension and some might say tragedy.  The process has been grueling and traumatic.  My parents have made a problematic imprint on my life.  I am working toward the days when I can celebrate again the good people that they are, but I must…