I just spent the last hour listening (on Librivox) and then reading and then narrating and then explaining The Little Duke with my kids on their beds because they're both little snotty wrecks. In this book there's tons of death and swords in the first three chapters that tell the tale of a young boy … Continue reading The Little Duke Update- Story Time with Sick Munchkins
While talking on the phone late last night I drove home to my apartment in the poor part of town. (I affectionately call it the ghetto but I'd appreciate it if you did not.) At the last turn towards my parking spot I had to slam on the brakes because a group of people were … Continue reading Ghetto Bravery and Noble Kindness: This post is more about a hug than racism.
In the middle of the mess, there is majesty In the middle of my chest, is the King of Kings While the world was waiting on A change to come along Light broke in Coming like a song I'm lying on the bed in the dark this afternoon next to my children who are playing … Continue reading Neon Steeple
The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern, dance while you can. Dance, dance, for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dance till the stars come down from … Continue reading Dancing, Writing, Hoping.
The other day I blocked out hours for peace. I was desperate for stillness; I needed energy to rush in if only I could rest! I was at a deficit. I went to a sacred temple, a place I can worship my Creator. And as a group of children walked by listening to a tour … Continue reading To a Future Lover