To the children

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

Black Eye, Blue Sky

  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

Daffodil Daughters

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

There I Go Again

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

The Smile in front of the Pain

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

Happy Father’s Day to my Husband

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

You must leave your abuser to find Joy

You'll never find joy if you stay with your abuser. Why?  I'll give you my top three reasons. There are so many, but I'll stick with three for now.  An abusive spouse/boyfriend becomes your prison guard...from which to escape. He controls you. The way he treats you, which is a systematic plan of dominating you, … Continue reading You must leave your abuser to find Joy

See Yourself Through God’s Eyes

We can learn so much from our littles can’t we? That we’re deeply loved super heroes? I know this little guy feels that way. I don’t know about you but I don’t wake up feeling like a loved super hero every day. It doesn’t change the way God sees me though. God loves us unconditionally. … Continue reading See Yourself Through God’s Eyes