A Wanna-be Mommy

I’m a wanna-be mommy. I know; it’s 2020, and motherhood is not a career choice that all women are going for. However, I’m old-fashioned: the kind of girl who gets excited about making sourdough cinnamon rolls.  There probably aren’t a multitude of idyllic little cottages around, with a stone wall around the half acre ofContinue reading “A Wanna-be Mommy”

Small-town Spring

Outside the Potter’s shop they growThese trusty DaffodilsAnd clusters on the banks of MainStrong in springtime chills The Primrose Cousins, short yet sweetThey’re huddled in a garden neatWhile Colt’s Foot Flower children playBeside the ditch in scattered ways There stands Sir Purple Crocus CupThe grass grows quickly greenRobin bathes in Parking LotPuddle makes him splashyContinue reading “Small-town Spring”

A Solitary Star: Pandemic Ponderings

I’m lying in bed, listening to Waymaker, and I’m crying. It’s been a rough couple of days. Out my bedroom window, even with the lights of Main Street, I see a star. A solitary star. When I go to the living room in the dark, and look out that window, I notice other stars asContinue reading “A Solitary Star: Pandemic Ponderings”