Alternate Endings

December fourth, two thousand and sixteen…a day I’ll never forget.

It was a Friday, and I’d woken up from a bad dream. If I remember correctly, I woke up crying, and it turned out to be one of the most depressing mornings I’d had, and to top it all off, I felt a cold coming on.

You see, during that time, everything was so unsure: the business, my income, our groceries, etc., and the next day, I was scheduled to have a booth at the Rock and had some mixed emotions about THAT. Anyway, it was a tough morning, but I made it through by writing.

If you visit my website, you’ll find a calendar with daily writings. I believe the fourth was some of my darkest thoughts, but by the afternoon, I felt much better, and then, Katie came in.

She said, “Mom, I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.” Continue reading

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some days
don’t make sense
crashing together
somehow stops

feelings hurt
tears run down

how is it
some days
I’m a better parent
than others
and some days
I’m worse

I’m glad
I don’t get graded
would I pass
or fail


every child is a glass slipper
but not every woman
wants to wear it
if only they knew
the joy of it fitting
the music of life
played to the beat of a heart
the rhythm of a giggle
the sound of a sneeze
the movement of breath
the chords of sleeping
all recorded
within the heart
of the woman wearing
the glass slipper

“The Nursery”

thank God my past is dead
and my heart is new

I love when I meet people
and let them know me
and they say
I never would’ve guessed

the gift of becoming love
is that you have your whole life
to love others well

which creates healing
soothes discomfort
opens the door
to be set free

life’s taken a turn
of clarity
instead of being swept off my feet
who can I sweep off their feet

seven children
bore four
killed three

oh how I love
who’s in front of me
and Who’d inside of me
loving those in front of Him