Birds of a Feather

“To be stared at, to be constantly watched, just because one’s plumage is of an eye-catching color is nothing short of perturbing.” “Yet, honestly, darling, would it not be just as insulting to be ignored?”

Water Lily

She was so perfectly delicate, as though she had been crafted by the hands of a master artist out of the finest glass, that no one ever suspected there was a burning energy within her, roiling and spitting. She was a volcano lying in wait, knowing that the day she erupted, she would change the…

An Introduction to Tidbits

Today, I find myself with nothing prepared to share. After seven months of consistently posting once a week, of not only having a scheduled sharing-time, but also learning to write for a self-imposed deadline, I am coming up empty. While I have many essays in the making, I have none that are complete. I shall…

Growing in Patience

June 15 2012   “I am driving on a long empty road. I can see my destination at the end of it, and I just want to be there right now. But I’m not telepathic. I want to speed up and get there as fast as possible. But the speed limit is 35 mph. And…

Today, Tuesday

It was a Tuesday, just like this year. It was a Tuesday because that’s when flights were cheapest. They were waiting for me to fly home from Orlando before they took her off life support. So I could be there. I left the happiest place on earth and got on a plane for the first…

Growing In Compassion

The other day, I was discussing with my younger sister the struggle we have in erasing judgmental thoughts from our brains, especially as automatic responses. I was reminded of something I wrote several years ago:   “If you are sitting up on your high horse you may be able to see better what everyone else…

Growing In Love

Once upon a time (or April 22, 2016, to be more specific), I wrote the following in my journal: “I associate anger with a lack of love. It’s like I think we are all fairies, and we can only have one emotion at a time or something. And I know it’s not true, but telling…

Je Ne Se Quoi

The day has finally come when I do not have something to say perfectly in time for Thursday… Sigh. Well, it was a good run. Luckily, I get a free pass this week, as my brother (currently serving in Cuba with the American Navy) recently gave me this essay he wrote. I really enjoyed reading…

Feeling Good

A few days ago, my daughter turned six months old. That’s quite a special age for her, since it marks the end of her parents’ trial period. Even though I had no doubt that they were the perfect family for her, the adoption agency does not sign over her guardianship until they have observed the…

I Am… No, I’m Not

Do you ever find yourself constantly repeating something about you like it’s a fact, and then realizing one day that it’s not actually true? You aren’t intentionally lying; you just hadn’t stopped to think about whether your statement is accurate anymore… or was even accurate to start with. For example, when I was in high…

Don’t Talk of Love

Words, words, words… I will never be sick of words. You’d think since I have such a great love for the English language and the magical sentences it can create, I would be all for statements of love. Yet, I really have no interest in them. Sure, you can get all flowery like Shakespeare, and…

Awkward Talks

By the time you are an adult, it seems everyone has at least one awkward topic in their life. You know the ones, right? The facts that – when brought up – can end a conversation in a second, sometimes even clear the room. The stuff about you, your past, your family, whatever, that makes…