Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
“Where am I?”
my inner voice asked.
Don’t get me wrong, friends
I know where I am physically.
I’m standing at the kitchen sink
gazing out the window.
On the right of my periphery
there is a basil plant
I carried inside a few weeks back
when close-to-freezing temp
threatened to
flash-freeze the…
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen
in about fifteen minutes,
we’ll be having our children’s story time,”
the woman announces over the intercom.
When Markolee couldn't get enough of Mercy Watson
Hubby and I are sitting in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble.
He is turning the pages of an Art and Design magazine…
One bite of the blueberry muffin awakens a
flavor-memory deep in my psyche
archived in the folder titled:
DELICIOUS!
Zahara's Delicious Blueberry Muffin
Zahara was eight years old
when she asked if she could bake cookies by herself.
“By myself,” she repeated slowly and with emphasis.
I toiled over the dangers of the…
At twilight
I rolled up my leggings
Inched my feet into the sea
And sauntered to meet the sunrise.
I stood in the glow of it
And let my skin steep in the
the new light.
Walking
At noon
I ordered a pina colada,
Hubby ordered a beer
We sat at the tiki bar
Watched our…