Family – Page 3 – Another Fearless Year

January 21, 2017

You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

I read a post by Anne Lamott on Facebook the other day regarding the Women’s March. I kept coming back to one line: “You cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds, or peace from murder.” Today this thought continues to resonate in my heart and soul...

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January 18, 2017

Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus whispers, She’s with me ______________________________...

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January 12, 2017

It Curls and Swirls

Tendrils of cigarette smoke swirl up to my bunk curl in the air it stunk So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air through the dusty musty screen it stunk But not as bad as Old Gold bare butt smoke _________________________-...

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January 9, 2017

The Saving Grace of Jello

I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too. We’re visiting her today. She might be ready to come home,...

Poetry Comments: 28

December 5, 2016

Her Hideous Scar

Once I saw her without her shirt or bra revealing the scar where her surgeon first took her diseased breast then sloppily gathered excess skin in a quick running stitch of sutures leaving her hideously deformed It’s no wonder I seldom saw her smile _______________________ De is running the...

Poetry Comments: 35

September 22, 2016

Missing You

It never leaves the pain, the heartache of losing one so dear Or one who should have been dear but for youth and shame that kept me from truly knowing and being known by you I hid so much from you I didn’t let you...

Poetry Comments: 34

September 8, 2016

Endless Roller Coaster

It occurred to me the other day that I’m on a roller coaster ride The Cyclone on Coney Island perhaps or Goliath at Six Flags I chug up the hill on encouragements Your story needs to be told You are such a good writer I...

Poetry Comments: 24

August 20, 2016

Meanwhile

This is a little vignette I wrote in response to a prompt during my memoir class with Sarah Thebarge. (I learned so much from her.) The prompt was to think about the resolution of our story arc and write about what other things were happening...

Miscellaneous Comments: 11

July 27, 2016

A Dog’s Summer Vacation

I love vacation because I get to spend more time with my mom and dad. Even if a lot of that time is riding in the back seat of the car. Eventually we get out and I get to hang out while they eat their picnic lunch and share pieces of pastrami...

Poetry Comments: 8

June 20, 2016

Harenochiame – 晴後雨はれのちあめ

An outdoor June wedding in the Pacific Northwest is always a crap shoot. You pick a date and hope the weather cooperates, or else don’t care whether it does or not. If a little rain (or an impending thunder storm) is going to ruin your...

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Another Fearless Year

Tag: Family

You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

Silent Whisper

It Curls and Swirls

The Saving Grace of Jello

Her Hideous Scar

Missing You

Endless Roller Coaster

Meanwhile

A Dog’s Summer Vacation

Harenochiame – 晴後雨はれのちあめ

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You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

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Silent Whisper

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Missing You

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