The best thing about this foto is I woke up horribly sick on the day I planned to go out to the park and snag a dragon for the day’s prompt. I managed to roll out of bed, literally, and pour my feverish limbs and feet into cloth and shoe, and got as far as the front porch when I was overcome with sweat and lightheadedness. I decided to take Tylenol, lie down, sleep it off a bit. I woke… Keep Reading
My favorite foto of my parents on their first date in 1969. She looks like a tart, with her partially-exposed garter strap and I love it! After meeting her some weeks prior and many phone calls, my father begged my mom to come see his band and she did. Afterwards, he brought her backstage and that’s when this foto was taken. They were married the following year.
I wish for my daughter, who is 20 this year, to grow into the ability to make her own joy. My bookish girl comes alive in the embrace of family. She is a sensitive soul and prefers kindness to confrontation. Those traits go under appreciated in the world and while I hope for universal peace, I realize humans are flawed and tend to self interest so that ideal is unlikely. What is likely is taking life as it comes once… Keep Reading
August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading
I was terrified of motherhood. After all, what had I accomplished up ’til the age of 25: left high school early; dropped out of the small college vocational nursing program I let my mother push me into, three months ahead of graduation; transferred to a traditional university where I changed my major three times and flew so far under the radar I made less than 5 friends during undergrad and even less mentor connections; was fired from or quit a… Keep Reading
The red river settles into mountain’s hollow space; Lovers embrace.
What makes me smile two days after Christmas? A new hat that fits over my frizzy hair and keeps me warm while on the beach collecting shells, sea glass, and making photos. ❤
Fresh rosemary plucked from my daughter’s hand as she was fussing over a pan of balsamic, garlic, and honey chicken. She volunteered to cook Christmas dinner as her gift to me. She was worried she couldn’t afford to buy gifts. Her academic course load was heavy this semester, I suggested she drop her campus job and focus on classes. She didn’t need to worry. I told her I’d only accept her gift of a meal if she was doing it… Keep Reading
Mulling spice from the organic cooperative market. One of our new traditions is making hot mulled apple cider for the holidays — Thanksgiving and Christmas. I pick her up from school, we grab two gallons of fresh apple cider from our favorite orchard, stop by the market for bulk spices, and head home to start the holiday festivities. It’s only been two years since we started this tradition, but I can’t imagine a time when we didn’t do it, as… Keep Reading
My dad died in 2011. This photo is of my mom holding his hand at his bedside the night he entered hospice, the last week of his life. 2011 broke my heart. It’s the year I began losing my hair again from alopecia. It’s also the year I finished my poetry manuscript for How to Make Pink Confetti that was selected for publication the following year. It is the year my daughter was accepted to an outstanding academic program, entered… Keep Reading