The sky matches the water this morning. Two blocks away it looks like the world ends.And it might.Who knows what comes next?All I know is right here:The birds are chirping their good mornings,The air is crisp in my lungs,Twiggy trees unfurl brave buds,And I choose to live the block I am on.
If you celebrate Easter as my family does, this year may have looked refreshingly familiar. Maybe a small gathering of the family instead of staying home. The haggling over leftovers and the egg hunt were back. No, it wasn’t all the same. Church was still on the computer and communion was performed with potato chips […]
My hands are not my own. They belong to work email and spreadsheets first. They hug children good morning and good night. They must scritch the dog and open the mail. They make lists and cross them off. They check homework. When they are mine, it is needs not wants. Wash my hair. Blow my […]
Forty years ago my parents got me a teddy bear for Christmas. He was soft and had beans in his butt so he sat on his own. He had a delightful slouch that made him look like he was leaning in to hear you better, eager to be your friend. I named him “Bear.” Bear […]
I’ve done it. I’ve come up with a helpful use for the pain scale. I know, many of us with chronic illnesses that cause chronic pain snarl at the mention of it. For us, being asked to rate our pain is annoying. We want to respond, “Right now or five minutes ago?” or “For other […]
I woke up this morning to a troll in my head.
He snuck in on tiptoes while I was in bed.
He fouled my pillow with poisonous dreams.
Now he’s squatting and snacking on my self-esteem.
I’ve been writing since the second grade when my Hello Kitty diary filled with entries of who my boyfriend was. It changed weekly but that’s ok, it was an honorary title. In middle school I wrote snarky poetry in the local paper and was published in an anthology of children’s poems. I still have the […]
Anne Jackson 