She sells sea shells, Tiny sanctuaries, for tiny denizens White on white, multi-chambered dwellings Stranded at high tide, Flotsam and jetsam left at the door A peek through window Leaves a question unanswered
Author: Tara R.
Morning, in all her glory
Tutus twirling 'round Diaphanous skirts billow High above her head
Monkey in the middle
I instinctively ducked away from the hand reaching toward me from the center of the jungle gym, and gracelessly face-planted on a t-joint of hard metal. Sitting in the dirt, I ran my tongue over my fractured front tooth, tasting the iron tang of blood where my incisors cut through my lip. I spit out … Continue reading Monkey in the middle
Whine of the engine
I know every inch of this road. I know when to accelerate over the hill where the vineyard starts to get that roller coaster high. Rubber leaving asphalt, airborne if only for a breath. My stomach rising to my throat, laughing. I know which curves I can take at full speed, gearing down without hitting … Continue reading Whine of the engine
Extraordinary birthdays
There are few extraordinary birthdays - when adding a digit to your age in childhood (often a once in a lifetime occurrence); when transitioning from teen into adulthood; and when reaching that half-century mark. I spent my 50th birthday with my firstborn, frolicking in rainbow dust and liquid sunshine, and jumping in kaleidoscope puddles of … Continue reading Extraordinary birthdays
Grace in all things
“She’s just like her mother. Got just about as much grace as a baby hippo.” For a moment, she could only stare slack-jawed at Jasper for his insensitive remark. “I can’t believe you said that.” Angela crossed her arms in defiance, keeping her voice low. “Beth is your own daughter.” A look of contempt hung … Continue reading Grace in all things





