Art | Home Life | Writing

Writing in the wee hours

Twice this week I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.  I could easily blame my two children for this happening.   They were making noises and even arguing in bed. Yet I think some power was coaxing me to climb from my comfortable bed.  A force beyond …

Art | Poetry | Writing

But I Write (a Poem)

I wrote this poem around 10:30 p.m. on a weekend.  I was inspired to write it after forcing myself to work on a book project for a solid hour.  The day had been long and full of activities.  Sitting my butt in a chair to create writing after 9:00 pm (and my children sleeping) was …

Home Life | Parenting | Poetry | Writing

Typical Saturday Morning (a Poem)

Typical Saturday Morning “Mommy I’m hungry” One eye glances at the alarm clock 5:57 a.m. “Grab a banana and go play quietly in your room.” A few minutes later… “Mommy can you hold me?” I climb down from bed, Wiping away eye crust I’m greeted with hugs and excitement My husband starts the coffee Waffles …

Writing

My Featured Piece in Brain, Child Magazine

I am so very honored to be featured in Brain, Child Magazine this week.  What an honor it is for me to be a contributor to this publication for “thinking mothers.”  They indeed produce amazing, inspiring and candid literature.  Their stories are uplifting, helpful and often humorous like mine being showcased. This work of art …

Personal Growth | Writing

Flexing my Writing Muscles

The only unofficial New Year’s goal I have made this year is to strengthen my writing. I haven’t even said that out loud until now. In my head, however, I vowed to write more, to write each day, no matter what. That writing can be a post on Twitter, a repeat of a quote I …

Parenting | Personal Growth | Writing

Swim Away

This is a 750-word non-fiction short story I wrote and submitted to several publications in the summer of 2013. Title: Swim Away “Mommy, I want to ride in the cart too!” my five year old shouts in my ear. I struggle to lift all forty six pounds’ solidness of her body. I grunt and plop …