list / memory / self compassion / selflove

telling you

there are so many things to write/tell. I feel like purging and telling this blog all the things but I am unlikely to do them any justice. so I will tell you I finished a collection of short stories by Agatha Christie (Hercule Poriot) and I am convinced the books are so much better than the show/movies. I will tell […]

memory / writing

how you tell it

the birds are out today. so are the squirrels. I had a glorious few minutes of watching them drink from puddles on the deck. if only my computer and this blog could work in unison I would have photos to show. however, that is just not the case and I haven’t the mind to try and figure it out nor […]

creative practice / list / memory / writing

All day

It takes all day I think it’s the piney woods in me. I start thinking about it a few days before.  Imagining the side dishes. The spices. Even the weather. In my imagination, it’s about 10 degrees cooler, but hey the ac is a good bridge to reality.  The day comes and I soak the peas. Or are they beans? […]

creative practice / list / memory / tinyhappy

i like

i like when i get up early enough to see the light become dappled and dancing on the left wall by the bookcases. i like when i get early enough to walk around for 10 or 15 minutes without dripping in sweat. i like when i hear the cicadas close by but not too close. i like when i find […]

memory / writing

squash fan club

this week we went to a office park that houses the company my husband works at. the landscaping was truly amazing. I fangirled. considered moving closer so I could visit the grounds. you know how the minds is? then, the full moon came and the days leading up to it was full of little tired little girls and tired little […]

memory / writing


Maybe the whole point is to return Not to the person of before But to the joy Underneath it all that Connects me tenderly To my own insides

creative practice / memory

Trees I have loved

Sometimes it’s a memory that puts you back in the frame of mind to receive The goodness and give thanks that it has found you again. Drawing imaginary worlds from real Hearts is beautiful Prayer.

creative practice / memory / self compassion

It’s been what it has been

I’ve been watching the sky, again. Picking slugs off greens Trying and failing to not judge People’s opinions, actions, dogs or lack there of. This morning I picked a line of carefully chewed bark off the steps… Gifts from the toddler Almost Caught in the rain But the wind reminded me of home And my grandmother and the storm bloc […]

memory / writing


The hearts danced On the window while the light rose up Leaving Me capable Of holding These wild winds again