Have you ever wondered why so much of what we hear about motherhood these days makes it sound more like a living martyrdom than a joyful occupation? Was it designed to be this way? Has it always been this way? Does it HAVE to be this way? That’s what I found myself wondering a few weeks ago on Mother’s Day. And in this post I begin to explore the answers to those questions…
Category: Poetry
Midnight Manifesto – (a letter to my baby)
Written in the wee hours of the morning after a sleep-deprived night, as I mused on the mixture of utter exhaustion and warrior woman determination that being the foster mom of a newborn has brought out in me…
Gentle Voice – A Poem
Sometimes I am overwhelmed with amazement that the voice of God is so much kinder and gentler than the voice of my own perfectionism. And sometimes when emotions overwhelm me, they spill over into a poem. So here it is…
The Storyteller in the Graveyard – A Poem
A lament for the countless stories that are lost, every day, as memories die with the people who lived them…
A Note to the Mice
I’ve written a new poem. It’s a note to the furry intruders who have been plaguing my life recently. (Now if only I could get them to read the blog…)
A Bit of Poetry
I was sitting out in the yard enjoying the springtime when I got the idea for this lighthearted poem. Thought my readers might enjoy it as much as I did…