Happy birthday to you, and to many years more! You say it’s just a day, no need for decor, but I say let’s eat some cake (and then let’s eat some more!), because why not celebrate the man I adore? While we should never take for granted those we would die for, we know those fairy tale scenarios are nothing but lore. So when given … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. Grouch.
Don’t forget. Where you put the keys. To get the milk. To turn off the lights. Don’t forget. To say words that are true. And kind. And to say them often. Don’t forget. To focus. On what’s important. On who’s important. Don’t forget. That inside, somewhere, Could be the monster that will erase the past. Know today, that … Continue reading Don’t Forget.
3 a.m. feedings are more than feedings. They are snuggles and safety and softly sung songs. They are cozy and comfortable and contented. Or discontented. They are waffle printed and lavender scented. They are sniveling and sweating and shushing, and are viewed through puffy eyes, crusted with sleep. They are restless and fatiguing and short. Or long. And they are beautiful. … Continue reading 3 a.m. Feedings
zip. a blooming line. red. zip. zip. a rush of agonizing relief. ziiiiiiiiiip. torturous and comforting. a dislocation of the pain. zip. it feels better. to bleed. It’s National Mental Health Awareness Month. Make an effort to become more aware. Continue reading Zip. (A Mental Health Awareness Poem)
I thought I had already completed my obligatory Valentine’s Day post, when I wrote a love letter to my nasal irrigation system. But, then I thought there was no reason to disregard my OTHER lovey-dovey. No need to mention which or whom I love more. Mr. Grouch, you are a man apart, You wake me with your Good Morning fart. We met in the year Nineteen … Continue reading An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch
An Ode To My Nasal Irrigation System I threw it on the ground and burst into tears, A green-snotty tissue, one of my worst fears! An ode to you, my nasal rinse, Even if you sometimes make me wince. Some may balk at the suggestion, But you help me to prevent congestion. You save the day with your salty brine, I’m oh-so-happy you are mine. … Continue reading An Ode To My Nasal Irrigation System
Don’t you hate? Heavy lids, dull eyes, jealous heart. Hateful thoughts, ugly lies escaping. The stifling cocoon of inadequacy. Slumping shoulders, curved spine, bent knees. Longing for the all-consuming comfort of open wounds. The weight of exhaustion. Don’t you love? A bit of release. A full intake of breath, balanced with a paired exhale. A bit of gray peeking out, from behind the … Continue reading A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out
A Morning Grouch 