Her hands glide across the cool granite Daily a battle for the woman with him. He lies in wait to crush her simply on a whim. Cold and smooth she scrubs Then she sweeps across the floors His eyes fixed upon her Thinking thoughts she abhors Caressing the skin of her baby hearing the coos … Continue reading To the children
All Savannah wanted was to be loved and cherished, but her husband had other plans.
I’ve spent the last three years writing a book and it’s so close to completion, I can feel it in my hands. And the cover! Thanks to artist Melinda Martin, it captures the essence of the story: All Savannah wanted was to be loved and cherished, but her husband had other plans. Savannah’s heart … Continue reading Black Eye, Blue Sky
Does anyone understand daughters of the daffodils? what they want? how they think? The Mother Daffodil thinks only of herself. Her glory is her sunburst crown of gold swaying in the breezes rising through valleys and hills. Cut her leaves before they yellow? She’ll not wear her crown next time round, I swear … Continue reading Daffodil Daughters
Hate has become a swear word for younger children. I know because I used the word once in front of my granddaughter, I think in reference to bananas. She was five at the time and she said, “Oh, grandmama, that’s a bad word. We’re not allowed to say that word.” I’ve tried not to use … Continue reading There I Go Again
I’ve lost 11 pounds and kept it off for almost two weeks. I have 19 more pounds to go to meet my goal and I feel so motivated and encouraged. This is truly a record for me. I’ve tried losing the extra 30 pounds for years. I’ve had some success, losing 5 pounds here and … Continue reading Healthy and Fit after Fifty
One of my favorite lines from the movie Elf is when Buddy says “I just like to smile. Smiling is my favorite.” I like to smile, too, and these days, it’s truly coming from an authentic place. But when I was younger, it was sometimes to hide pain that was too shameful to talk about. This … Continue reading The Smile in front of the Pain
You were the mainstay-ship when the dark waters loomed and as the winds wailed so long ago you were the transport on which we found our way. You brought us to harbor and became the bridge we walked across to gardens of butterflies and chipmunks; to pogo sticks and bicycles and swimming pools You … Continue reading Happy Father’s Day to my Husband
I skip, he runs, like best friends do, across the crunchy gravel road, no cares to carry taking us to the mountain of red-orange clay to run and wrestle the dirt that stains the white within an inch of it. I am four, he, five; our friendship igneous by our love of the earth. … Continue reading Red Clay Mountain
Allison Stevens 