The sky is alive It smells like night Crickets chirp from juniper trees The breeze is warm Stars dazzle my eyes Hours spent counting meteorites and moving chairs around the fire Making spark people for the dogs to chase Cold sips of a malty craft brew Long, deep discussions Comfortable quiet pauses while… Continue reading Northern July Night
Most little girls seem to have a celebrity they admire and want to imitate. When I was about eight to ten years old, I wanted to be like Natalie Wood. I saw her in Gypsy and West Side Story, and she was my ideal. I suppose because her hair was brown too. I liked to… Continue reading Natalie and Me
My youngest memories are of a Daddy who was fun and funny. When my sister and I were little, he went to work before we were awake in the morning. Christy and I always got up before Mommy, who worked at night. On the kitchen table Daddy set up a little breakfast for us. He… Continue reading A Story About A Pop~ for Father’s Day
The summer kids are back. I saw them walking down the sidewalk with wet hair, towels tightly wrapped around their shoulders, flip flops flapping on the pavement, laughing at their small talk and stories. My cousins and I used to walk to Idlewilde Park, which had a public pool, on long summer days. That… Continue reading Summer Kids
“Are you watering weeds?” he asked The neighbor who’s yard is bare of much green. I smiled and answered, “yes, and the flowers.” He didn’t say anything, but walked away with a smirk. Flower’s roots and seeds wake from their winter sleep, slowly they stretch up toward the sky. They aren’t always apparent, unless you… Continue reading Watering Weeds
Freedom of religion is a right that should be forever enjoyed by all. It is the epitome of freedom, being able to choose. There is a line, however, which must not be crossed by anyone. It is a matter of morality. The line is this: no one has the right to impose their religion on… Continue reading How is This O.K.?
Nothing to bring back the lost innocence, or take away the pain from torments and humiliations demanded of the child so young. She smacked happiness away with both hands and all of her might, never realized what she did. She made promises and ran after dreams. Didn’t believe in her own beauty, though, the fellows… Continue reading She Couldn’t Find It