I’m not much for composing poetry, in fact, I don’t even know if this qualifies as a poem.  It  just kind of fell out of my fingers tonight. Summer in the Badlands Sitting in the creek to stay cool we laugh and sink in the silt. Clothes dry quickly as we kindle a fire, small [...]

My Uncle on my Mother’s side told me that’s where smurfs lived.  At 5 years old I stood inside the tree, searching for the tiny blue characters but only saw beetles and moss. Later, I revisited this tree as a grown woman, with my husband.  This was before we had little H.  I still looked [...]

It’s days before her first birthday.  She doesn’t want to drink her bottle.  She doesn’t want to eat.  She’s sick.  Hours have gone past and more hours still and she hasn’t wet her diaper.  I’m starting to worry. Finally she seems enthusiastic about a jar of creamed corn.  It’s always been her favorite.  She eats [...]

It was hot. The kind of day where the humid air stands still and heavy around you, laying on your body as you try to rest in your bed. We pushed the covers to the floor and turned on the fan. It laboriously moved hot air over us and failed to provide its intended relief. [...]

Here’s little H playing “Tinkle Star” on her piano.  I love how she rocks out at the end!  Cause if you’re going to do it….do it with heart