The Time is Now Sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor two tiny girls, pigtails, doggy-flaps, bodies wriggling. Brown eyes, blue eyes watching every move I make. Telling silly stories. Giggling. Squirming to and fro no hurry, no worry. We are here together. After a while, I notice the pile of dirty laundry, heap of … More Don’t Look Away: The Time is Now
It’s a hot July in North Carolina. That’s nothing new. These days as I walk through the woods, I see wild blackberries growing along the path. It’s blackberry picking season, which is also a season full of childhood memories. I remember as a young girl walking the railroad tracks up to Maw Beale’s house. Maw … More When Blackberries Are More Than Blackberries: Memories of Another Time
Mom’s coffee cup, 2016. April is National Poetry Month and since I’m trying to be more brave about sharing my work, I’ve decided to share a poem that I wrote several years ago at Focusing on Form. Focusing on Form is a weeklong writing workshop sponsored by Meredith College in Raleigh, NC. It was a … More Bone China
