My Heart Speaks Here
- April 02
- I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like!
Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance.
The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are.
I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world.
There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.
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This is a revision of an early post titled Improv and Burgers.
I was at the raised round booth with a solid wood table at a back corner of Yesterdays Bar & Grill with my improv troupe.
Usually we met in someone's apartment, a place payed for… Read full post »
For our weekly writing class, we've been asked to bring the first page of a story or book we're working on. This is what I'm planning to share for critique. My intended audience is young adult.
Between shadows, darting through the debris of a verbal explosion, sheltered beneath tra… Read full post »
I'm a grown up now, a mother of two boys you would have liked if I had thought to get back in touch after I moved away. I've been married over eleven years, traveled around in an RV, lived in Mississippi, Texas, New Mexico, Arkansas and Illinois. My mother and father… Read full post »
Awake beneath snug bedding, small arm stretched across my shoulders, sleepy child sighs on either side (beds grew cold in dark morning), auntie bear eyes me, upside down, bent between pillows.
Strong Costa Rica decaf, decorated with heavy whipping cream, first hot sip, I bow t… Read full post »
Every other Saturday, as part of our Children's Theater Company, I teach a virtues class for five to eight year old children. They'll be performing The Ugly Duckling, a musical, in February. Between now and then, every Saturday, from 1-5pm they study a virtue found in the play, eat snack,… Read full post »
I, a newlywed, alone in our 2nd floor apartment one afternoon, felt adventurous (though sadly uninformed) and domestic. Catfish couldn't be too hard to prepare...right?
Pan on burner, add fish, a bit of oil, heat, all set.
In no time, a dancing… Read full post »
Can you feel that first wave of tired, the point when rest would come easily, sweetly, where you'd sleep through the night, and wake wonderfully refreshed, ready to take on a new day?
Is no one else needing your attention? Does your husband have bedtime under control, smoothly transitioning tired… Read full post »
1 - When baking, especially in a group, if you have to sneeze, turn to your sleeve. Do NOT aim for the ceiling.
2 - Don't use big words at school. Class mates may accuse you of showing off.
3 - Glass shower doors are best opened with your hand. Feet… Read full post »
Dear Mom and Dad,
I hide from
Dear A… Read full post »
I saw my mom head out the back door of our garden apartment carrying a full laundry basket and a box of Tide. In a brilliant flash of mischievous genius, I darted to the back door, pulled the security bar across it's knob and waited with high pitched delight.… Read full post »
Distracted, spacey and almost content. Uninteresting but talkative.
I'm learning how to write while young boys scatter legos, flip through glossy instruction booklets, sing the repetitive songs dancing in their thoughts.
Learning as in haven't learned it yet but I'm working at deve… Read full post »
Unedited letters given a chance to speak
content with changes
ready for long afternoons quietly waiting
for take off
lyrics ignored for a song's sound
feeling on my skin
in my jaw
now small boys know
(the first part)
held back tears
leaped into his arms
remembering… Read full post »
When I scroll down my email contact list, I see "Jessica Harries". She took her own life a year ago. From a distance I watched her become a beautiful adult. I wish I'd tried to spend more time with her (I tell myself I was too busy). Soon after her death… Read full post »
Before I get started praising the wonders of dairy, and telling you how overjoyed I am to cross off my list of "can't eats" anything derived from cow's milk, I must give you fair warning. We are one of those families.
If one day you… Read full post »
What is torn can often be mended, but not always. I was lucky.
Dusk came to the dock. In his parent's lake house, one lamp on a night stand lit up a corner over cream colored carpet. My toes sank slightly on my way back to his bed. The TV… Read full post »
When I set up shop outside Starbucks at 5:15pm, I was hopeful, but over an hour later, nothing worth posting had happened on the screen.
Around 6:45pm, on my way to Goodwill to purchase a couple pairs of jeans, when I looked up at a gorgeous spray of pink… Read full post »
If you saw a thirty something mother and father pushing a well used umbrella stroller along the sidewalk, accompanied by their two young boys, this would be average.
If neither boy was in the stroller, this would still be common as kids get tired of sitting and like… Read full post »
remote control cord
stretches from television to ez chair
I eat canned spinach
memorize TV guide "weeknights until 10pm"
mom's bed in our dining room
aged green blanket
stretched and wrinkly
next to a typewriter
story half written
table… Read full post »
This is how I found my way into writing day 24 of 30 in 30 this afternoon.
Think of a way to capture time gone by, take a hold of it by the tail and pull it screeching and flailing back in to the rooms of your conscious mind, or… Read full post »
Here I am outside Starbucks. I have fresh decaf loaded with cream, a borrowed copy of Bird by Bird By Anne Lamott, a 3.5oz bar of "Organic & fairly traded chocolate caramel crunch *with sea salt*" and my laptop.
This is my out of the house, bask in the… Read full post »
"I tend not to write about what's currently going on in my life as if writing it will make living it less real." I wrote this here on OS a few days ago. I'm now going to contradict myself by telling you, in clear language, what happened this evening. … Read full post »
"O God, I pray for the willingness to accept the prosperity in my life."
The rest area had a playground.
Sun eased in sideways along my shoulders.
I couldn't have walked any slower to tomorrow.
How long would I linger here, I wondered, as tears fell over… Read full post »
No inclination to write.
Just determination to stay with the assignment I set for myself to write 30 posts in 30 days.
Here's the deal.
I slept in.
I encoraged dad and son to get moving on that birthday present shopping trip for… Read full post »