I think of each year as
a large wicker basket,
woven with strands of love,
given to me
to fill with
intangible gifts.
I think of each month,
as a a garden--
one I walk through
swinging my basket by my side and
stopping in each month to fill
it with moments and experiences …
A scorpion stung my sister when she was six years old.
The venom moved through her body,
attacking her nervous system
weakening her for days
and forcing her into bed.
Just eighteen months older,
I sat at her bedside,
repeating my first true prayer:
“Dear God, please don’t let her die. I need her.”
She…
"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias,"
A little girl sings, waking me from sleep.
I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets,
rousing others with her song.
Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)
I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream.
I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold
or pull me back to bed
I wake early,
drape my robe on
and walk to the living room.
I pull the shutters, gently,
trying not to wake the children.
The shutters open with a creak --
reminding me that shutters make noises
and I can’t control these…
“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…