Divorce

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading

  • Proof of Glum

    I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now. That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little… Continue reading

  • Tonight

    Tonight I tear again. The ache of a mother remembering her ducklings, sweet. It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul. And some days ripple and crash more than other days do. The rain falls inside.… Continue reading

  • The Bear

    ‘You must not fuss,’ said the boy to the bear. ‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey. But look. At the pot. At its rainbow shine, at its faded inscription. This pot has been cherished. And because it has… Continue reading

  • Healed

    And then she said goodbye again, and again, and again. Each time, as if she’d forgotten the last. The broken heart of precious memories: a sting she can no longer deny. She loved his heart and soul, despite it all.… Continue reading

  • Submissions

    A few months ago I received a wonderfully exciting email letting me know that two of my poems are in the running for potential publication. A card company (based in America, I think) is holding them for a while, seeing… Continue reading

  • Sleepy Heart

    Sleepy heart, whisper to me of laughter and love; comfort trickling down the mountain of mysterious life. Shall I bring the sunrise? Shall I wipe away these tears with the sweet knowing of tomorrows smile? Continue reading

  • Darling Day 12. Darling Days

    The echo of two hearts drifting down the hall, and all the darling days we skipped arm in arm, like children; no more. All the beauty of our yesterday, I remember you. Fondly, I remember the darling days, and I… Continue reading

  • Connected

    I felt connected to myself today, somehow more grounded than I’ve felt for a long while. It was a surprising— and much longed for—shift in energy, I have to say. It reminded me of the early days of this blog,… Continue reading

  • The Ache Of Ever After

    When the sun joins hands with the silver white mountain tops, she will remember him. And an ache will drift slowly across the heart left between them. An ache of ever after’s ‘what if.’ An ache always to linger on. Continue reading