Category Archives: Writings

With an unburdened mind, I felt eager to write in my book for the first time in months. A marathon of a task filled with a million pit stops and countless shin splints, it’s an undertaking my faint heart struggles to handle. To weave together the strands of the past, present, and future, and toContinue reading “Tired Of Fires”

I’ve been really feeling the weight of my responsibilities lately. It’s like they’re just hanging around, making their presence known. Today – an ex-client, in the middle of a full-on crisis, text and called with paranoid thoughts about someone out to get them. The thing is, even though our last interactions were a bit rocky,Continue reading “Chasing Horizons”

I race away from myself, like a dog off the leash; I run. Chasing me, this is fun, woo hoo, amidst impending traffic and mounting threats. Oblivious, the scent I’m following is sweeter than a mustang’s mare in heat. I dance on the reds, purples, and oranges of the rainbow, cartwheeling heedlessly toward the sun.Continue reading “Devilish Promenade: A Poem”

Perched on this twin-size bed, wrapped in a handmade quilt stitched together with patches of red, white, and blue, a cozy haven that cradles me during my stay, I find myself gazing through a rain-speckled window, seeking words that seem to play hide and seek. I’m treading a path of diminished responsibilities, a sentimentalist devoidContinue reading “Moving People”

“I’m not in control of Mother Nature’s tantrums,” said the pilot on our flight, as we diverted from Atlanta to the Nashville Airport. This was not in the plan. But as we waited for our plane to refuel and the weather to pass, we heard an announcement over the intercom about the pressing issue ofContinue reading “Riders On The Storm”

I dedicate this post to my Grandma, Margie Mae Alexander: August 9, 1928 – August 4, 2023. I remember the morning she came running through the door. “Debbie, Debbie!” Finding my Mom’s concerned face in the kitchen, she said, “Come quick, it’s Mesha.” Mesha was our golden retriever. “What?!” “Yes, her tail fell off.” ByContinue reading “A Well-Lived Life”

My office is empty without my leafy monstera plant, filling the space to the left of my chair. I placed the guitar there as a filler, but I do believe on my return even the guitar will go. I’m no guitar player. Uh oh. A habit. I could start by picking it up. Which IContinue reading “Magically Mushroomy”

I decided to downsize the number of toys in Evelyn’s bed from 15 to just 2. It wasn’t an easy transition, and we cuddled through it as she expressed her feelings of injustice. I understand where she’s coming from, but rules are rules. Lately, I’ve been having several conversations about habits. A therapist friend mentionedContinue reading “Somewhere With You”