In my phone I have a note solely for recording my daughter's hilarious statements. I like to read through them when I need a giggle. She's got it allll figured out. A good way to start an honest conversation: "Da truce is, Mom, I mean Mudder..." Of course, sometimes she's brutally honest. Lyla: "Mommy, I… Continue reading Just for Kicks and Giggles- Quotes from my 3 year old
The poetry zeal has overtaken me, and I feel the need to separate it from Your Mercies New. Please head over to Evening Poetry, where I'll be "Sharing words when the sun sets." I may be a mom by day, but I seem to be turning into a poet by night! I'd love to have… Continue reading I Just Created a Poetry Blog- BOOM!
feverish body groans under gravity's pull no more dallying- sudden flash of blinding light meteor impacts the earth by Holly Fister For Colleen's Poetry Challenge
If you have curly hair like I do, you will totally understand this post. If your hair is naturally straight or you've been straightening it forever, this might give you some insight into the psyche of females with a more wild "do". My hair curls and bounces like a hobbit's in the Shire. I would… Continue reading The Curly Complex
"Melting" mug warms my thin fingers steaming fragrance apple cinnamon nectar upon my lips fights the rigid chill within melting into the leather chair a cozy puddle of contentment by Holly Fister
Yesterday I wrote a poem called "Christmas After Death" that reflected the way I felt about holidays after my dad died in 2009. It was hard to relate to other people or enjoy special occasions since he wasn't there. I decided to write the poem because, although time soothed the wound in my heart, I… Continue reading Wings Of The Dawn: A Poem About Hope
"Christmas After Death" Warm skin hides the truth within The crackling fire chips at my mind It can’t penetrate the deep freeze I stare, mesmerized Presents? I don’t want them They are ash to be brushed aside Don’t be so cruel as to play that gaudy music It cuts me with its cheap talk of… Continue reading A Poem: Christmas After Death