by Barbara Rose Waters The store happened because Marsha and I never stopped daydreaming. Every so often at school,Read more
I was browsing through recent journal entries when I was suddenly stopped short by a simple description of walking Etta to school. Wow, that’s right, we used to go to school!
In that moment grief hit me hard — for all we’ve been through and all we’ve lost and how quickly everything changed. This is the poem I wrote about it.
I often want to run away from my feelings. But when I hang out with them instead, a strange thing happens. This is a poem about not running away.Read more
“Etta, I don’t think you’re supposed to lie down during meditation,” Otto remarked, with a sideways glance at me. He was clearly hoping I’d make her come out from under the kitchen table and do it RIGHT. Etta was sprawled on the floor, petting the dog, who was enthusiastically lapping up spilled popcorn and bits of mashed potato …Read more
There is no rush.Take this moment to pause, breathe. When you’re yelling at the kids to hurry up and getRead more