When I was a kid - long before cable television, before video games, or DVDs, or the Internet - my friends and I played outside. All. Day. We'd leave home after breakfast, only coming home for lunch, then heading back out again until it was dark. We had bikes to ride, games to play, balls to … Continue reading Great escape
Sweet as honey
Lies, sweet as honey, Drip from her sanguine lips. Lies that loop through your brain Like a bad love song, To finally lodge, heavy as a stone, Underneath your heart, Cold and immovable.
Makes a house a home
Tired clapboard siding Weary brick and mortar Love, a home sustains
Movie extra
There are days when I feel like an extra in the grand production of life. Non-speaking talent slaving away for scale without so much as a mention in the ending credits. The only evidence of my existence is a meager line identifying me as "50-something Mom #1." *Photo venue: shot from Navy Pier, Chicago, IL
Going to hell in a handbasket
A singing whale, a reluctant vampire, a brilliant fool or an artistic master - all characters with Moore appeal than your average dramatis personae. The best, by far, is BFF Biff’s narrative about the early years of a heavenly prince - Lamb. While condemning an unrepentant thief, I discovered what influenced the message my savior … Continue reading Going to hell in a handbasket
Take a seat
In my mind, I’m still young, still thin, and still agile. In my body, I’m feeling my age. The simple task of putting away dishes have my joints complaining. I can’t take stairs two at a time any longer, but instead have to pull my old bones up with help from handrails. I’m not reduced … Continue reading Take a seat
Thin spiral notebook 