For All Days
I walked into the Wal-Mart, shocked, by red and pink and golden boxes. This kind of love is nice and shiny, the packaging so bright it blinds me. These teddy bears and cards with poems are nice, but they can’t … Continued
I walked into the Wal-Mart, shocked, by red and pink and golden boxes. This kind of love is nice and shiny, the packaging so bright it blinds me. These teddy bears and cards with poems are nice, but they can’t … Continued
When you come home late, the supper must wait. When you come home early, the supper’s not ready. But we would not trade the choice that we’ve made: a schedule that’s screwy and a husband that’s steady.
There is nothing new under the sun and with all these projects half undone there’ll be nothing new let on our list. We have enough. We’ll start with this.
Another banana? But you already had two! I want five! you replied. That’s what I like about you.
Another weekend’s come and gone, which means another week has too. That much less life left to live, and just as much to do.
When it’s hard to do things in order, I just do them one by one. Or sometime’s three by three because I think it will be fun. But they are all in an order once they are done.
I’ve been missing this. It’s been awhile since you last woke up, needed me to help you sleep again, and left me wide awake, staring into the darkness, knowing that the raw edge of paneling and the chipped paint on … Continued
Stop looking, start listing. Start doing, keep wishing.
When life puts me on hold I keep the music playing so that something is going even though I am staying.