Daffodil Daughters

Does anyone understand daughters of the daffodils? what they want? how they think?   The Mother Daffodil thinks only of herself. Her glory is her sunburst crown of gold swaying in the breezes rising through valleys and hills.   Cut her leaves before they yellow? She’ll not wear her crown next time round, I swear … Continue reading Daffodil Daughters

There I Go Again

Hate has become a swear word for younger children. I know because I used the word once in front of my granddaughter, I think in reference to bananas. She was five at the time and she said, “Oh, grandmama, that’s a bad word. We’re not allowed to say that word.” I’ve tried not to use … Continue reading There I Go Again

Healthy and Fit after Fifty

I’ve lost 11 pounds and kept it off for almost two weeks. I have 19 more pounds to go to meet my goal and I feel so motivated and encouraged. This is truly a record for me. I’ve tried losing the extra 30 pounds for years. I’ve had some success, losing 5 pounds here and … Continue reading Healthy and Fit after Fifty

The Smile in front of the Pain

One of my favorite lines from the movie Elf is when Buddy says “I just like to smile. Smiling is my favorite.” I like to smile, too, and these days, it’s truly coming from an authentic place. But when I was younger, it was sometimes to hide pain that was too shameful to talk about. This … Continue reading The Smile in front of the Pain

Happy Father’s Day to my Husband

You were the mainstay-ship when the dark waters loomed and as the winds wailed so long ago you were the transport on which we found our way.   You brought us to harbor and became the bridge we walked across to gardens of butterflies and chipmunks; to pogo sticks and bicycles and swimming pools You … Continue reading Happy Father’s Day to my Husband

Red Clay Mountain

I skip, he runs, like best friends do, across the crunchy gravel road, no cares to carry taking us to the mountain of red-orange clay to run and wrestle the dirt that stains the white within an inch of it.   I am four, he, five; our friendship igneous by our love of the earth. … Continue reading Red Clay Mountain

You must leave your abuser to find Joy

You'll never find joy if you stay with your abuser. Why?  I'll give you my top three reasons. There are so many, but I'll stick with three for now.  An abusive spouse/boyfriend becomes your prison guard...from which to escape. He controls you. The way he treats you, which is a systematic plan of dominating you, … Continue reading You must leave your abuser to find Joy