Every day the same
Clouds and fog roll in and out
Teasing with glimpses of light
Tide ebbs and flows
Flooded then not
Steps like quicksand
Sinking

Do I want to know what day it is?
If I do, I will know
it’s one more day without you

But if I
Don’t move past the grey
Then maybe I can stand still in time
Lost in the mist
And be with you
Just an…read more

Robin,

I know you don’t hear it often, but I want to thank you for returning to your passion for writing, decades after your last creative piece. With encouragement from your writer friends, writing workshops, and positive feedback, you found your groove and your purpose. You are creating with empathy, sharing your words with isolated seniors a…read more

To the little girl next door,

There weren’t many kids on our block, but I knew you existed on the other side of that old wooden fence. I was a rough and tumble tomboy that played with my brothers and you had your little sister to play with. One day, I saw you peer around the fence while I was sitting on my front porch steps. I smiled and waved. Y…read more