musing

I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to.  Writing is a pleasure for me.  A comfort.  A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes one emotion, one thought, one … Continue reading musing

umbrella

As I greeted my daughter at school pickup she was all smiles.  Glowing.  She was proud of herself and all she'd done today, happy to be back with her friends and engaged in their current science project.  She bounced toward me and I gave her umbrella to her.  She opened it up and hand in … Continue reading umbrella

in the morning

I woke up suddenly to the sound of an alarm, face blushed and burning, breathing halted momentarily while my body insisted it was still in the dream and my mind raced to figure out what was really going on. Leaning up on one elbow I took stock of the dim morning light filtering in through … Continue reading in the morning