Poetry: Sponge Days

some days I seem to be a sponge sadly not the sea-born sort that rests now on my bathtub rim there to scrub my skin with suds then lie still again   I’m not even the kind dually designed with sides to scrub and wipe to wash the dishes and clean the counters and earn… Continue reading Poetry: Sponge Days

The Abundance of the Heart

"Don't take that tone with me!" If you're like me, you either heard those words as a child, or have spoken them as an adult—or perhaps both. As a teenager, I was reminded by my mother more than once to watch my tone of voice, as it reflected my (poor) attitude. Now that I have… Continue reading The Abundance of the Heart