She runs to the oceanlike she’s meeting an old friend.Troubles spill from her like teaas she dashes to the waterline,digs bare toes into wet sandand laughs as gentle waveletsand pillows of seafoamlick her ankles in welcome. She runs to the ocean,arms wide and lips partedaround jubilation so profounddrops of mirth streak from bright eyesas she’s…
Last night before bed, she asked me to listen to her heart, and I didn’t think twice about it. But as I put my ear to her chest, and heard a gentle whooshing that I’ve never heard before, it hit me stronger than ever that barring a miracle, heart surgery is imminent. It won’t be…
Getting back in the habit of daily writing has been a rather daunting challenge for me. In truth, I’ve been agonizing and overanalyzing my plan of attack around it for months. But with a blog conference in California looming on the horizon, and a promise to myself to be willing to explore and experiment more…