I wouldn’t have to whineif the sun would only shine.But I guess that it doespretty much all of the time.That lucky old sunjust keeps rolling around,so I guess it’s the cloudsthat are getting us down.We think, “If I were homeless,I … Continued
Here’s the last poem I wrote, “December Rhymes With Remember,” turned into a song.
December rhymes with remember.I remember liking the snowand loving the feeling of sugar highs reelingand dancing to Mannheim on the stereo. Christmas pretty much rhymes with wish listsfor new stuff and happy days of yore.But I’m sure my first year … Continued
I just went back and read my last post here, written while I was in my last segment of college life, looking forward to getting married and moving to Bogotá that summer. It seems so very long ago,and just like … Continued
Our internet is backand faster than before.This thing could change your life.But it cannot give you more.
Mark my words– with a red pen–I know I can do better.I’ll be making changes.For now please make this redder.
We’ll plan our every move while lying in our bedsand find that we are still taken by storm.Change will come; it seldom warns,and we’ll all be left scratching our heads.
Dear cousin who I haven’t seen,we’ve moved up a generation.We’ve often lived so far apart–for years in different nations.But now that you’re a doctorand now that I’m a mom,you’d think that one of us had movedto Greece or Vietnam.And not … Continued
Have I ever told you about how I hate nostalgia?When I was a kid, everyone just focused on what was happening that day,but right about the time I got to high school, everyone started talking abouthow bad everything was getting,and … Continued
We found your pictures in a box.After all, they were not lost.Your bright red hair, your sweater vest–it seems you saved your smile best.