Category Archives: Writings

Winters snail slow pace is quickening, and soon we’ll all be peeking our cute wet noses out of hibernation. Before sun up, a Northern Flicker jackhammered the shingles outside my bedroom window. Those spotted pastel-breasted dumb dumbs are territorial, so they return to the same spot each year. Yep, I awoke to this rapid peckingContinue reading “Rain Rain Come Again”

I make up weird stories in my head. Conspiratorial ones where interactions replay and rigid fingers thrust into my chest demanding, “WHY!?” No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do I will never be good enough.  A tough session clipped my wings. I tried to bring the rudder up while frantically pushingContinue reading “Somewhere With You”

In my life, rarely do I have a close call. I’m calculated. I see all outcomes. Ain’t nothing sneaking up on me. A broad-winged seagull swooped down for food in the Fred Meyer parking lot just as a goatee’d gentleman punched the gas pedal of his Subaru. The man’s arms suddenly raised as if contestingContinue reading “Climbing A Wonderwall”

She knows what she needs but hasn’t known if she can trust me. After months of working together, the missing pieces fall onto the floor of my office; the encyclopedic list of betrayals that blocked her from healing lay at my feet. On lunch break and needing gas, It’s all a game of monopoly, IContinue reading “The Daily Page”

As if suspended in the air by a director’s “Cut!” are the balls you’ve been juggling. Far too many,  you’re trailing; never once will you taste the carrot. Defeat. Rinse repeat. A ten-stack of bricks lay on your chest each morning. A deja vu that won’t quit – you sit – in its unshakable daze.Continue reading “Stitchin’: A Poem”

You gotta love poorly translated board game instructions: “Let the baby guess you shoot the color in the checkerboard position, and deepens in the game to the color position distinguishes the ability, inspires baby’s thought space.” The game makers failed miserably at telling players to match the colors of one end of a hidden woodenContinue reading “Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers”

My husband listens to podcasts at 1.5x speed. I don’t like it. WhenthespacesbetweenwordsleaveIspeedup. Yet, as I reflect on my day, I realize I often split my attention and anticipate what’s coming next. My first instinct is that I shouldn’t do that and should always have my nose pressed up against the present’s glass. But whatContinue reading “Key To The City”

Slow your pace, pump the brakes, and prepare for a smooth, bump-free landing. Scan the day and feel your way to a place you can finally call home. Then roam and sway as bison play while the great spirit moves us. Face your fear and take the leap; for it’s not courage that makes youContinue reading “A Buffalo’s Melody”