You say, “I’m mom, and you’re the baby.” You say, “Okay?” and I think “Maybe.” Then you, the mom, say “Help me please!” You must not know what “baby” means.
I couldn’t stand it anymore– all the toys out on the floor, and yet, although the toys looked fun, they were not used by anyone, except, sometimes, to hurt our feet, or keep our house from looking neat. “One-at-a-time, not … Continued
Alethia turned two a month ago, somewhere in the week between one of my trips to Illinois for a wedding and the big brewfest that Ryan organized and hosted. Since Alethia’s first two years have been so full of traveling, parents’ … Continued
I need to write more poems again.I miss the way my brain worked then.I also need to play more songs,design more websites, right more wrongs,find more clients, make more cash,do more with my craft-stuff stash,speak more Spanish, read more books,spend … Continued
I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it’s all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on … Continued
How blessed I am to give,how wonderful you can take.I’m just glad someone can usethese things for heaven’s sake.
You had fallen down the stairs before,my rough and tumble child.And you got up to play some more.You only had a little while.I have brushed tears off your cheeksand gravel from your knees.But all our strength is still too weakfor … Continued
Your grandparents are in townYour hoping gravity will pull downall the wrinkles from your graduation gownin time for your speech tonight. And regardless of how long you’ve known this day was on its way,you still cannot believe that its today.Your … Continued
When you wake up in the morning with a list of things to do,and a sleepy-headed husband says that there’s a gift for you,and that it’s bigger than a breadbox and that it is upstairs,and you look but cannot find … Continued
Would you rather have nice things or good days?Would you rather get along or get a raise?I look around and I’m always amazedhow our lives pass so fast. When they end the stuff stays.