BLANK CANVAS Everyday is a blank canvas. Some days, The canvas is full of gold medals And lucky pennies, On those days, it’s easy to see everything Through rose-colored glasses, To forget that It isn’t always like this. Other days, Your canvas seems dark as night. You find yourself in a Deep, dark wood, Or … Continue reading Paint Chip Poetry #2: Blank Canvas
I have a confession to make. I'm a hotel pen hoarder. I'm not sure when this habit started, but I have accumulated quite the collection during my travels.
I may have a new obsession: I picked up Paint Chip Poetry: A Game of Color and Wordplay by Lea Redmond on a whim at Blick Art Materials when I was in Atlanta last week. I thought it might be a fun little activity to do when I hit a wall of writer’s block or … Continue reading Paint Chip Poetry
My mother is blessed with smooth skin, thanks to good genesand Oil of Olay. Despite hours in tobacco fields or laying out on a towel, the scent of Johnson’s baby oil lingering in the air, a pitcher of sun tea brewing nearby, she has always tanned gently,like a soft caramel. Growing up, I longed to … Continue reading Summer Sun: A Poem
I love reading historical fiction. Getting lost in the world of a great story inspired by true events is the ultimate escape for me. I’ve always admired authors who are able to describe a world from long ago so clearly that I can put myself right there in the midst of the action. Through the … Continue reading The Trouble with Historical Fiction
Listen I have something to say Sometimes the words are easy I don’t have to drag them out Today The words are hiding Refusing to come into the light Empty pages stare blankly The words just won’t come The voices inside whisper No one’s listening anyway Even though I write (Now read from the bottom … Continue reading Listen: A Reverse Poem About Writing
Today I did something I wasn’t sure I’d ever do again. I crossed the finish line of a 5K race. Admittedly, I walked the whole thing, but I was still overwhelmed with gratitude to God for walking beside me on this journey of recovery for the past 5 years. Less than 24 hours before my … Continue reading Learning to Walk Again
It all started with a book called The Blue Chair. It was an ordinary looking book, just a simple hardback with a light blue cover and a white diamond pattern in the background. I didn’t even notice it at first among tables of dishes, dusty floral arrangements, and an old brown recliner leaning haphazardly to … Continue reading The Mystery of The Blue Chair
I’m a stickler for routine. I’m the first to admit, spontaneity is not my forte. In fact, I can be downright stubborn about making sure my morning goes according to plan. It helps set the tone for my whole day, and it’s a system I’ve used for years. Step 1: Coffee I prefer caramel flavored … Continue reading My Morning Routine
Within a one week span, this mama’s heart had to process prom dress shopping with my daughter, scheduling her first college visit to an out of state school (gulp), and watching her drive down the street by herself for the first time after passing her driver’s license test. While she is enjoying her newfound freedom … Continue reading Coffee Spoon Moments: On Prufrock & Parenting
