Quilted red suitcase, gold trim
bought with hopes and
dreams of trips yet to take.
Transforms to my symbol of freedom
What bits of a life could it hol...
October 10, 2013
Some people may hear four words that change their lives: "Will you marry me?"
"I need your help." "Let's work this out."
My four words are: "You don't...
Those four words
October 7, 2013
I’ve been thanked for many things – bringing flowers to a friend, volunteering my time, opening the door for a stranger – but someone actually thanked...
Thank you for being fair
November 26, 2013
Reaching toward gratitude
August 23, 2015
Finnish the story
Wandering into beauty
April 24, 2014
Move backward, think forward
April 17, 2014
Living inside out
April 15, 2014
Swift are the days
April 7, 2014
Any Wall is a Canvass
March 31, 2014
Accepting what is
March 25, 2014
The Stuff That Remains
March 20, 2014
March 17, 2014
alamitos bay marina
breast cancer survivor
palos verdes sunset
the daily love
venice beach sunset
October 29, 2013
The hole in the gloom lets light in
what’ll come through something good I pray
other than the tears that dripped down my chin
a soul that dreamed for a better day
Those words you let fly miss their mark
landing somewhere deep in my psyche
all that remains is a bonfire scented scarf
your ghost faded to mist, so slippery
But really there were only shadows
of you, showing glimpses of your soul
of me, hoping you’d see and just know
the two of us might make a whole
We played along reciting recycled lines
moving toward a presumed familiarity
yet it wasn’t enough this time
things got in the way all so easily
Time to discard each other and scatter in the breeze
one blink, poof, and the ties that bind are gone
such a waste, these misguided memories
better off without you, you without me, two lives move on.