The Preface from The Current, Poems for the Flow of Life I’ve become an early riser. In this still time before the rest of the house...

Hearts, like over stretched rubber bands, break. I hear you scream out your pain your fear your rage. Just so much unjust justice....

Blinds wide open. Morning Sky, fresh from a good night’s rest, looks in at me. Words tap me on the shoulder ready to play. Barely awake,...

Word Weaver Weave me a tale Of whimsy wild, Set free my sail. Bounties of mutiny Stir deep within. Away, sail away Let freedom begin....

Look at your feet. You are standing in black holes of stale resistance. Foxes go to war, leaving their hunting, shaking their heads,...

Pandemic mind wanders like her namesake. Information overload. Do this. Do that. Until she says, “I just can’t.” Yesterday, she ate a big...

I’m not sure who I’m writing to. Perhaps to someone else out there that isn’t thriving during this time of pandemic, but hesitates saying...

I’ve lost track of what day it is while all my emotions are lining up like kids for a rollercoaster ride. Excitement pairs up with fear,...

Ache. Core of my being Deep in my soul, I weep. Bumble Bee Bumps into my windows. Furry Pup Growls like every day. As our world stands...

I write to you today from within my feeling of sadness. This space makes me think of the Pixar movie “Inside Out” and the little girl,...

Settle down. Shallow breath Can't row your boat Merrily down Or up the stream. Wise sage said, “Don't push the river.” Yet you’ve scooped...

Fear knot. Tangled in emotions Tripping over my self, Stumbling. Stopped. Seeing. This business of being human, Feeling the feels Way,...

The sphere of life stops when a miracle happens, pauses fully on its axis to say “What was that?”.

Move beyond knowing Where lives not the unknown But faith instead

Narrow path, Narrow steps. Tight rope strung between mountain peaks formed by stories, wrapped in drama, about a life lived, over done.

I just love Lent. It’s not like I have a thing for penitence … or do I?

Waves come fast. Prepared, I grasp hold of what I can knowing I can’t control the ocean. Drowning was my specialty.

Thank you for this new day. For the beauty of the dark morning light And the love of possibility. There’s hope in my heart

Since I was a little girl, Labor Day weekend has always meant the end of summer. School began, white shoes were put away...

We buried my dad last Monday. His four children, grandchildren and those they love woke early on Memorial Day, crowded into two cars...

Can you pray for me, Stay awake for me, Remain here, and Watch over me?

Not that I ever doubt the words from the pulpit, but for me, no words have ever become more alive than the ones Father Sandy shared

The past 31 months have taught me to count in new ways. When my son, Adam, was diagnosed with cancer, I couldn’t fathom what it would be lik

It’s been 31 months since Adam was diagnosed with cancer and we became a St. Jude family. We are all so grateful, but also weary...

I’ve spent 54 years living in a body I’ve tried to ignore. Every day I wake up and my first thought is that today will be different. Many...

Thirteen months later, I still cannot clear my mind enough to make sense of the six words that came through my phone and shattered our world

“How can I be 54 and still fat?” During the weeks before my 54th birthday in January I asked myself that question every day. I pondered...

Our world changed yesterday. We are now a St. Jude family.

My truth is rooted in my belief that what I have to say matters to me.

Energy, a day of energy between roles and positions keeping me a bit guarded. The air now alive with lightening and thunder rollicks through