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Beautiful Chaos

Someday, I’ll miss the inevitable post-bed time, “I want a glass of water!” and, “There’s something under my bed!” and, “One more story pleeeeease?”

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Poems about Life and Death · Poems about Loss · Poems about Partners · Poems on Making a Difference · Relationships

November’s Sky

November’s Sky Meet me under November’s sky, Where you and I are free to fly; Where time and place do not exist; Meet me here; do not ask why. No rules, routines, and not one list, Just you and I; a gentle breeze; We’ll walk the woods where we first kissed. No where to be;… Continue reading November’s Sky

Life and Death · Life's Challenges · Poems on Making a Difference

Find the Fun

Find the fun today. Inspire yourself. Inspire someone else. Read a paperback book. Review a paperback book! Try something you’ve never tried before, just because you’ve never tried it. Call – don’t text – a friend. Raise a glass to a friend who’s passed away. Sing in the car at stop lights; smile and wave… Continue reading Find the Fun

Family Life · Kids · Life's Challenges · Parenthood

Waving Goodbye

Last weekend, we noticed the ‘boy’ who lives across the street moving a sofa onto a truck. We heard mutterings about college, and I watched his Mom standing on their front porch, waving goodbye, patio door slamming behind her as she walked inside the house alone. I did a double take. Wasn’t this ‘boy’ only… Continue reading Waving Goodbye

Poems on Making a Difference

Advice to my Daughter

There are a whole lot of things I don’t know, but I think I’ve figured out a few things in my 41 years, and I feel like sharing them with you. I’ve lost four friends who were in their 40’s when they died (one was a 39 year old mother of three) and not one… Continue reading Advice to my Daughter

Poems on Making a Difference

I Believe

I believe in being yourself. I believe in laughing hard and playing harder, and that the true measure of success isn’t the amount of money in your bank account, but the number of hearts you’ve touched in your own unique way. I believe puddles are meant for jumping in, ice cream should always have sprinkles… Continue reading I Believe