Try. Try Again.

It's been a while! My six month hiatus from blogging has been real, but I'm over it. 2018 has been a year of dramatic change and boundless opportunity, and I'm grateful for every second of it. I'm here to share. In April of 2018, I was the heaviest I've ever been in the 36 years... Continue Reading →

Chores

I didn’t marry my husband so he would protect and provide for me, and he didn’t marry me so I would wash his dishes. I married him because we love each other and we’re PARTNERS in this life. Partners work together to achieve a mutual goal. For us, that goal is happiness. If something needs... Continue Reading →

Padlock Junction

Gullible phub Thewless prodigy Prodigal daughters of our time. Erudition superstition Not at odds here. No bolt may stifle The freedom of your consciousness. Burn down the library And crucify the church If you must. The padlocks you’ve purchased are your own to pound.   Written for Week #3 of Nate's poetry class, Fun With... Continue Reading →

A Day In The Mid-Life

“Hey guys! I’m home!” I kick off my Dr. Scholl's flats and plop onto the loveseat. If I reach for the hem of my slacks and hoist my ankle up onto my other knee, I can cross my legs. The girth of my middle is like an inner-tube as I struggle to reach it, but... Continue Reading →

When I Grow Up…

I made four years of my life count at Stony Brook University, only to find out in the end, that it didn’t. I studied, pushing myself to the limits with heavy course loads, all in hopes that I could graduate while my ailing father was still alive to see it. I worked full-time to pay... Continue Reading →

Second Act

Senescence. Conceding to circumstance. Hope nearly extinct. Exhaustion. Yet, Complacency doesn’t pave the way to fulfillment. One fragment of this trip around the sun is coming to an end. Never too late to aim higher. Don’t give up on me now.   Applause booms from every direction as I take my place. Center stage. Trembling... Continue Reading →

Two Turntables and a Foster Home

February Microprose for YeahWrite: we want you to retell an old story – a fairy tale – in a new way. To be specific: retell your favorite fairy tale in exactly 49 words. Spinderella’s foster parents treated her as an indentured servant instead of a teenager. She found solace in music. Her foster brother taught... Continue Reading →

Better Late Than Never

So eight years of baby making, baby raising, cooking, cleaning, hyper-budgeting, bad hair and fingerprinted walls go by... and all of the sudden it's time. Holy shit, is it really time to leave my mommy bubble and re-enter the grownup world?  My youngest  is going to get on the bus and go to school. What... Continue Reading →

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