Category Archives: Writing

Ready, Set, Grow!

What’s next for this blog in 2023? I don’t know. And I can’t say because a song from “Frozen” is stuck in my head, specifically a part when Anna sings, “I get the feeling you don’t know. Arendelle’s in deep, deep snow.” Is this my unconscious backstroking in the joy from forming snowballs and seeingContinue reading “Ready, Set, Grow!”

No Escape From Reality

I’m very against bragging. I’d stand on a pulpit, wave my fist and lament how doing so is a failing to our most supreme sensibilities. And yet, is it all that wrong to talk oneself up or feel prideful in something done well? I become uninterested quickly. While writing this post, I picked up myContinue reading “No Escape From Reality”

Queen Of The Road

There are twenty-three minutes until my next session. It’s with a couple that lives in their car. The summer was good to them, dry and warm and easy for the most part. But now? The temperature’s dropping fast, and I’m curious to hear how it’s going. I told them about my stint with car livingContinue reading “Queen Of The Road”

Tree Fallin’

“I need to put water in my belly,” Evelyn said, hiccupping and running to find her glass. Remembering what my Mom used to do for me, yet unsure of its efficacy, I said, “Come on, let’s try a teaspoon full of sugar.” “Yes, sugar!” She shouted in delight. Sitting on Dave’s lap for a pre-bedtimeContinue reading “Tree Fallin’”

Insane In The Me-Brain

I tiptoed with madness and danced with her on that crisp autumn day. Opening my arms wide, I said, “Come what may.” What an elixir-like beauty she had! My mouth held agape with wonder at the yellows, reds, and the oranges in her eyes. In the Van Gogh swirl of it all, infinite’s dream pausedContinue reading “Insane In The Me-Brain”

She’s Going The Distance

I’m back from a 40-minute in-between session walk through construction zones and sleepy rural areas. Two white-haired women, one sitting on her bum legs out like a child playing with their toys, worked in her garden, whereas another held her phone up and took directions from YouTube to spray paint two pieces of furniture anContinue reading “She’s Going The Distance”

Walking Into Spiderwebs

The limp fishing lines of spider webs with their weighty beads of dew are welcoming fall in like enthusiastic Walmart greeters. As the wind whips leaves free, I lay in the hammock swinging, wondering how I can communicate the depth of my love for this season. Evelyn’s 35-lb body is limp on mine. At theContinue reading “Walking Into Spiderwebs”