Tag Archives: Writing

The five w’s Day 1

The sides of the old oven shriek in pain and despair, As steel wool battles the years of greasy buildup black blobs of goo stick to the sink, unwilling to give up the fight Morning sun warms the wood floors and her feet, and beams glint off the silver liberated from life’s mire. Join anytimeContinueContinue reading “The five w’s Day 1”

Poetry Month

I’m participating in a 30 day poetry month challenge. We started with a lantern poem. Mate Laughter Memories Genuine love Friend cjl2021 We will be invited to write 30 poems using 30 different forms. I’m very excited about learning new forms of poetry and then trying my hand. You can follow along, receive the instructionsContinueContinue reading “Poetry Month”

Churning

I’m uncomfortable. My stomach churns. My life has been about trying to hold the center line and bring people closer through commonalities. However, that seems unallowable in our current state. Everyone wants you to choose sides or assure them they are the ones that are right while the rest (the other side) do not haveContinueContinue reading “Churning”

Misunderstood

I misunderstood addiction. I thought I was an expert. Food, money, sex. Unfortunately, addiction understands and humbles me. Generally, I don’t take pain pills because I have a high pain tolerance—just Tylenol and Advil. Post knee replacement four years ago (before the opioid epidemic was a thing), I was given 150 hydrocodone tablets to takeContinueContinue reading “Misunderstood”

Moving forward

This post will be short and sweet. I am a self flagellator. Generally. I allowed some physical and emotional trials to get in the way of my words. Instead of using them to move past the experiences, I didn’t want to feel. I started fresh. I am writing. I discovered I do have a tribe.ContinueContinue reading “Moving forward”

Not Where I Thought I’d Be

I’m walking the halls of a middle school headed into the Media Center (what used to be called the Library) where I work. As I open the door I’m surrounded by books. Thousands of them. Written by writers I admire, and some that I don’t. I can’t help but think about the millions of wordsContinueContinue reading “Not Where I Thought I’d Be”

Passion or Hobby

I like to think I am passionate about most things.  After all isn’t that what we try to teach people, or for me, my children?  Do something you love or are passionate about and you will have success and be happy in life.  What I wonder is, “Am I passionate about writing?”  I feel likeContinueContinue reading “Passion or Hobby”