With Coffee Cup I sit alone;I should go clean,But Tired’s grown.Child’s awakeResisting Nap,Where’s EnergyUpon the Map?And then tonightI’ll snuggle inWith OverwhelmUnder my chin;Peace slips awayAnd Balance strays-They leave my heartA Basket Case.To be AliveFind me a Way.For after All;All is Okay. Note: *This poetry borrows an idea from the writings of A.A. Milne, author of WinnieContinue reading “Overwhelmia”
Category Archives: Random Thoughts
Flashback to Eighteen
Last weekend, we celebrated my baby sister’s eighteenth birthday. She’s seven years younger than me, and tonight, I was thinking about a poem I wrote when I was eighteen. I was an idealistic teenager with big dreams. A Girl’s Questions Eighteen years oldAnd as inquisitive as a childOnly this time,Her questions seem bigger.But like theContinue reading “Flashback to Eighteen”
Single for Christmas
It’s the beginning of December, and the Christmas season has officially begun. I love the Christmas spirit, but I am feeling a little blue at the moment. It’s hard being single in the first place, and it’s hard being single this December. Do you find yourself desperately wanting to mean the world to someone? AndContinue reading “Single for Christmas”
Unapologetically Old-fashioned
I’m old-fashioned. It doesn’t take much skill to discern that fact. I used to want to teach in a one-room schoolhouse, and there was also my desire to live without electricity. Among my possessions, I still have the very worn-out sunbonnet I had as a child. Well, time machines aren’t real, and I never didContinue reading “Unapologetically Old-fashioned”
Thoughts on Life and Bread
Sourdough. It’s one of my more recent obsessions. I get these from time to time, but we won’t talk about the others here. We’re here to talk about bread today, bread and life. My sourdough starter came from a friend, a diversion during quarantine. I think it’s super cool. I don’t like the really sourContinue reading “Thoughts on Life and Bread”
Birthdays
It’s a yearly happening. When you’re a kid, you count down the days. When you’re a young adult, you hold to the hope that perhaps this will be the year your dreams come true. When you’re a middle-aged person, you treat this day that used to be so anticipated as something of little importance. ByContinue reading “Birthdays”
Twenty-something 