SoCS: Oh, the Million Things!

Straining to feel spring Restraining from vulgar sighing Straining to find calm on the job Restraining from deadline stress Straining to finish a good book Restraining from adding another to the list Straining to people-connect Restraining from silent solitude Straining from the edible desires Restraining with duct tape Straining to attend the gym Restraining from giving up the fight Straining for daily gratitude Restraining from divisive politics Straining to find the written word Restraining from not letting that go StrainingRead more

SoCS: All that is good

Dear Trail, You are the picture of life, of breath You lead me past spring mud and melting snow Into summer’s green and warmth Through autumn’s colorful splendor I adore you   You are the picture of happiness and joy Your path takes me on a pleasant journey Into forests of trees and places unknown Through bright sunlight and dancing shadows I admire you   You are the picture of all that is good You take me along the pathRead more

Cool Opotamus

Is a hippopotamus a hippopotamus, or just a really cool Opotamus? ~Mitch Hedberg~ Does anyone ever believe they are truly hip or cool? I suppose the egotists of the world do. (No, no, that’s not you.) A friend recently texted me that her boyfriend thought I was “a pretty cool person,” which set me to pondering about what this means. I don’t necessarily consider “cool” as a word that defines me. A Star Trek Nerd? Yes. A gangly girl whoRead more

Red Rose

Poetry Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe Have you had enough, my cringing readers, of rhyme and haiku and words you don’t understand? I urge you, come out from behind the hands that cover your angst, for today’s poem is about a hero: My boss. I’ve been yearning to write about her and today’s challenge is a perfect way to share the love, respect and admiration I have for her. I hope you enjoy. The Red Rose stands as a soulRead more

Dreamy Gaze

A dreamy gaze falls upon my face. It’s the 9th of October. The sky is the brightest baby blue and the sun’s rays send sparkles across the water. I have landed in a dreamy place. The lunchtime walk across the highway to the trestle bridge was a fabulous idea. There is one other person behind me. I have this place mostly to myself. It is unlike summer, the quiet creates a calm that defies one’s stress. I want to sit, toRead more