Tag Archives: life

of leaving

I am not supposed to mourn the loss of you.  There is no place in this culture where a parent is allowed to hold grief for a child’s leaving home: not this burning sorrow marring the skin. They say grow a … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, empty nest, family, kids, life, love, motherhood, poem, poetry, post of the day, writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

parenting aftermath

They leave and I stop baking  cupcakes cookies shortbread brownies muffins pancakes pies after pies: apple pumpkin blueberry summer tarts sweet breads with whipped butter. The trays stay clean crumb-less kitchen table hums a sorrow song  through its grains of … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, family, life, love, motherhood, poem, poetry, post of the day, throwback | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Monday Mourning

Some people left quietly into the night with soft footsteps tender closing of eyes as if decades of their breath & width on this earth did not matter. No sirens stopped at their doorstep No gates flung open with a … Continue reading

Posted in creative writing, death, life, love, poetry, post of the day | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Friday Flight

  The gusty winds above San Francisco airport were perhaps a bit too eager to embrace the plane.  We were tossed around  like little pennies inside a washer on a spin cycle set at highest level. The pilot had warned … Continue reading

Posted in daughter, essay, family, Friday Futuring, life, mindfulness, motherhood, post of the day, prose, writing | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

What if Wednesday

“When I’m quiet, that’s when the truth emerges.” – Louise Gluck What if I take each day as it comes, without agenda, without expectation that it will deliver something good, something fun, something to win over, something to “show for?  … Continue reading

Posted in essay, happiness, life, post of the day, writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Reframe: one more tool for your tool kit

“Of course I wake up finally thinking, how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints– all that glorious, temporary stuff.” – Mary Oliver (ON MEDITATING, SORT OF) Hello world. … Continue reading

Posted in happiness, life, Mary Oliver, post of the day, prose | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Happiness is a decision

“Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to save my life a little.” – Mary Oliver Thursday thought is short, simple and sweet. Sometimes, you need to get out of your head, and get into your body. I’ve … Continue reading

Posted in happiness, post of the day | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Saturday Introspection

  Today I am pondering about the notion of “the best version”. The best version of me, the best version of you, the best version of being human, etc etc etc. That’s the new saying I keep hearing, and I … Continue reading

Posted in essay, post of the day | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

I take selfies

Let’s face it. I am not young. My face isn’t young. My body isn’t getting younger. If I sit for a while, my legs hurt, my knees stiffen. I need glasses to read my phone which is a bitch when … Continue reading

Posted in body, essay, life, post of the day, shittyfirstdrafts | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Friday Futuring

Listen. Are you breathing just a little and calling it a life? – Mary Oliver I don’t know about you, but maybe because we are at the onset of a new year, or maybe because I just turned a big … Continue reading

Posted in Friday Futuring, post of the day | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment