When I started writing I fell into a judgemental phase, which in retrospect, was not so unusual for me. I judge myself harshly. I can make all the excuses in the world for family and friends when they screw up. I will encourage them to try again, I will support their thoughts and dreams. I … Continue reading Her name is…
Some time ago I read an article, or it could have been a book, a tweet or a Facebook post...or maybe it was from a movie or a television show...nevertheless, this stuck in my mind. They posed the question, “What is on the nightstand beside your bed”? Apparently, what is placed on (or inside) your … Continue reading Nightstand
It’s been eight years since I’ve had a 14 year old in the house. To clarify and not confuse; we have 4 kids who will turn 32, 25, 22 and 14 years old respectively, in the next few months. Eight years doesn’t seem like a long time. You would think with three previous spawns before … Continue reading Pretty soon
Dec 29 2019 Sometimes, When I write poetry, The tears flow faster than my pen. Sometimes The words back up, Like when you place your thumb over the end of a garden hose- The verse spraying sporadically across the page, Like so much water, Rarely quenching a thirst, Dampening the spirit. Not making sense. Sometimes, … Continue reading Sometimes
My Name is Margaret 