There is no such thing as perfection, they say, but
I wholly disagree - the places I've lived told me otherwise.
On the island of my birth and where I spent my early years, I ate Jackfruit, June plums, and bananas ripened by the sun.
In Newark, New Jersey, the birds told me it was spring, twenty-five cent…
What I want is poetry -
to live out moments that can be woven into words.
I want to
watch tulips open their lips to the breeze
and behold sunsets that spread like fire across the sky.
I want to be mesmerized by spring's new green
and taste the sweet nectar of summer's fruit.
I want to walk barefoot by ocean's…
Sometimes all we have to do is be intentional about finding miniature marvels in our days. Last week, I decided to pay attention to the events and people in my life, and I was amazed to find there was someone or something to celebrate each day.
2.23.2020
A friend was having surgery and I made her chicken…
I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade.
Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.
For days, I brushed and pulled my…
Siri, Play
Lauren Hill
"Can't take my eyes off of you"
The beat drops
he bops his head and
I watch him with adoration.
Music has a way of loosening him
and vicariously seducing me -
We have a silent conversation with our glances
and our children chuckle in the back seat
Long drives-
Winter sun -
Our truck is a moving vacation
and
music is our soundtrack.
Play On,
Kadine…
There is a space in our home
where we all gather, and in our home, we gather at our table.
We gather at our table
to drink Coffee
to sip tea
to debate and create
and channel Dear Abby.
We gather at our table to quench our thirst.
We gather at our table
to spotlight our highs and lows
and to share our joys and…