Friend, I See You
Dear friend whose beloved partner, child, friend, parent is missing today,
YES, I’m sure there are things in your life for which to be merry
AND
you get to say, today, and any other day you want:
THIS IS TERRIBLE. I MISS MY PERSON. NOTHING IS THE SAME WITHOUT THEM.
What Your Struggling Friend Really Wants
Come close, I have to tell you a secret: I know what your friend really wants.
A Season of Sweetness
One way to spend this season is to fret that it’s too good to be true,
going around knocking on wood, daring not to say or even think that things are going well, for fear of waking the sleeping giant,
waiting for the shoe to drop,
spending days staring at the sky,
eyes playing tricks, convincing the brain that perhaps a glimmer of a shoelace was seen.
Waiting
Living in this moment means waiting.
Anniversary Wishes: Truth Spoken in the Silence
Over time, a silent agreement has been made that our vernacular and that of those around us, should eliminate talk of the far-off future.
My Body is like a Honda Civic
The Civic is driven with multiple indicator lights blazing on the dashboard,
each of which is ignored
or deemed unimportant,
since the car continues to run.
The Invisible Traveler
He knows that walking from the gate to the baggage claim, though hard on his physical heart,
is easier on his proverbial one than feeling the looks and sensing the judgement of those who think there are only two of them on this trip, not three.
It’s the Little Things: Part Three
Just like a t-shirt or a bracelet, I use my coffee mugs to set my mantra for the day. I choose them carefully and with joy and cradle them in my palms as I slowly sip my coffee throughout the morning.
The Monkey on my Back was a Bucket of Vomit
I cannot let myself be immersed,
For there are too many proverbial buckets of vomit reeking in illegally parked cars that need to have my feet in them as well.
Extra Ordinary Easter
Instead of being hooked up to tubes and cords, Sean is hooked only to the basketball game on TV.
