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Guardians
Tonight I watched Guardians of the Galaxy- volume 2. Well, tonight I finished it at least. We usually start a movie one night and have to finish it over the course of a few nights since having kids. Either we’re too tired, or it’s past our self- imposed 9 pm bedtime and we know we’ll…
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Pinterest isn’t my wheelhouse
I’m tired today. Another Monday, and I found myself sitting in the car for a few minutes on both ends of work- When I got there to psych myself up, and then when I got home, to breathe. I knew on the other side of the door my family waited, but I was so tired…
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Heros
What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …
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Heros
What does it take To pay homage to your hero? How can you show them what they’ve done for you? Shaping the way you think and experience the world, A hero can be anyone at all I’ve had so many in my life, I can’t even name them all. I grew up surrounded by giants …
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Fight Night
I wonder what kind of drive it takes to want to be the best of the best. I like to make a decent showing, But I haven’t ever felt the need to be number one, as long as I’m not the last in line. Watching the fight tonight brought back the question, What kind of…
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Silent Goodbye
I woke up this morning, within minutes feeling anxiety lodge in my chest. It was a deep discomfort, like I was forgetting something, The tightness moved in to stay, deciding to inhabit the area around my heart. I’ve had this same sensation a handful of times, and now know what it means, although I wish…
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Payback
What is it about the sounds children make that can give such a visceral response? The sound of laughter, pealing clear and high like a bell can fill me with such joy. But the sound of their screams will curdle your blood, Depending on the pitch. I listened to five children under the age of…
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Prejudice
It came from the ooze, down in the muck. Brought back to daylight by long repressed feelings Of inadequacy and envy Sliding out of hiding, sleek and hungry searching for a victim, An unwary prey, Someone vulnerable and innocent, That it could stomp on with glee. It doesn’t care about truth Or others, It searches…
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The silent heart
He was so alone, the man who did it all, quiet and self-effacing while others shone. He watched from the sidelines while others basked in the spotlight, content to know he put them there. Brilliant, caring and kind, he was a million people, behind the scenes he toiled with no expectation or desire for acknowledgement.…