I wrote this poem 25 years ago. I was 17 years old. I titled it “When Weakness Wins”. The pretty little flower sat alone in the sun. There were no others like her, she was the only one. She was “perfect” in all the ways, except for this one petal that just wouldn’t stay. At… Continue reading Throw Back Thursday.. February 2001
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What Lies Beneath Us
I’m floating on the surface of the lake with you. In an old, and tattered boat. It’s got plugs where holes once were, and we can’t pull the anchors up so every inch we move forward is sluggish and tainted with an equal pull backwards. It really is beautiful up here though. The sun is… Continue reading What Lies Beneath Us
Growth
Putting words to paper right now, even just writing a simple carefree post, feels like a nice deep stretch after a long car ride. I said to my husband last night, that writing after taking an extended break from it, is like working out with muscles you haven’t used in a while. The memory is… Continue reading Growth
A Time For Peace 