In honor of National Poetry Month, a poem on the choices we face at some point in our life. Will you go, go, go?
Turning 50. Almost empty nest. “Who am I” is the question I am asking, but there might be a better one to ask instead. What’s holding you back?
Distractions. Interruptions. They are not a writer’s best friend. But, they are a part of life. They are a part of my story – today’s narrative.
I’d love to say it was all rainbows and lollipops being on stage or part of a musical department, but I can’t.
As winter fades, the snow melts away here in the Pacific Northwest. And as the snow melts, there are stories to be told by the underneath.
Dignity doesn’t cost anything to give. But, it does cost when taken away.
Generation X. Millennials. Baby Boomers. Although we have been categorized generationally, it doesn’t mean we have to stay there. We can learn from each other’s generations if we’re willing to. Talking to the generations is how we grow.
Life is short. So is our time with our kids. There won’t always be dirty diapers, temper tantrums and back-talking. Even in those moments, it’s important for us as parents…to be present.
Every Monday I text all three of my kids in a group text. They’re older now – 31, 25 and 16. I know. Yeah, big age differences. That’s a story for another time. My youngest just got a phone in August. Each kid had to wait until they were 16 before they got a phone….
Guantanamera? The Sandpipers? Ahh, the music of my youth that began my lifelong love relationship with music. It helps to have a song with your name too.