In honor of Valentine’s day and every day, this Universal Love note came through me, for you!
Category: poetry
Never Grateful
Does the prospect of practicing gratitude annoy you? Gratitude used to bother the crap outta me, to be honest. A voice in my head was like “so what? it’s not like gratitude puts the food on the table, drives the kids around, or helps me deal with my ex.” Right?
ahhhhh, therein lies the secret sauce of gratitude.
ahhh! read on for the sauce!To Those Who Take Care of the World
A Mother’s Day poem for all the ways we are mothers, parents, souls who Take Care of the World…
can you feel the love (tonight) yet? >>>(Poem) You are Lovable, Loving, and Loved
I wrote Lovable, Loving, and Loved for you. For all the beautiful, hard-working, helping, brilliant Yous within. For all the sometimes messy, anxious, infuriated, depressed, over-worked, tired Yous within. May you take time every day to rejoice and replenish the timeless, worthy soul who is you.
click here to read the poemA Blessing for Changing Seasons
Who stole my Perfect Family Vacation?
We stood there on the beach. A mingling of warm, jungle air and cooler, ocean air, entwining us. Other than the waves, the distant laughter of children running into the surf, the only other sound.
wow. is this vacation real? it sounds so lovely…To my fellow Americans
A poem, a Dream, a Dare, of freedom.
soak in the freedom, beautiful. And dare to dream. >>Discrimination from the most unlikely place (1 of 2)
There is as much love and connectedness at the country club as around my Goodwill-furniture living room.
(Unlikely Discrimination Series 1 of 2. Second story coming July 7) Click Here to Listen to this episode!
“Good morning, Deb. Good morning, Karen. Mornin’ Becky,” my boss says as he racewalks to his office. Various polite versions of Good Morning are said in exchange. He glances at me without saying a word, clutching his coffee. He stops next to my desk, turns his gaze, and peeks into the next office.
not even a hello for Heidi Esther? What is she gonna do? read on, compassionate soul!Help! I’m Lost in the Closet
Or are they all members of a secret Birkenstock club?
Out of the Closet
“Mommy, can I watch a show with Barbie?” my little hazel-eyed preschooler asked. Like a mom-ninja, I wipe the last of tears from my eyes. But before I could answer, his eyes grew big, pointing at a large pile of clothes on my bed.
“Mommy, what happened to your clothes?”
what happened? read on, beautiful soul!Ready to float downstream in the Rolling Meadows?
ZRRRRRAAAAACCCH. Again, the noise. ZEEEEERRRACH. Again, louder. The noise sounds like it could be harmful.
I’m laying on a patchwork quilt beside a happy little stream where a family of ducks paddles by. Around me are the rolling meadows. Here, the soft grasses are tall, with sweet, little flowers. The early summer sun is gentle and low, yawning and stretching her arms, blanketing a part of the sky in a mellow orange. Which caresses and intertwines fingers with the light blue of the day, like lovers parting.
This place sounds too good to be true… do you think so, too? Read on!
