——Quote of the Week——- Hearts are tender, fragile things. The Tin Man wanted nothing more than to possess this organ that makes women rage and grown men fall to their knees. This pulsing, racing piece that makes us strong and vulnerable all at the same time. This piece that makes living both unbearable and amazing. This piece that fills and bursts and breaks with the beauty and cruelty of it all. This piece that makes us whole and will ultimately be our undoing. This piece that pulls us together and tears us apart. This piece that makes us wonderfully, terribly, … Continue reading Never Trust a Heart You Can’t Break

—-Quote of the Week—- I came across this quote this morning, stuck to the back window of a car. It was the reminder I needed, before heading into the crowded grocery store. A reminder to slow down and exercise patience. A reminder to breathe deeply and be present. A reminder that people are messy, flawed, fumbly creatures. A reminder that in our imperfections we are perfectly human; and most connected to one another. A reminder that we are all doing the best that we can and are in different stages of our journey. A reminder to extend those wonderfully fumbly … Continue reading Fumbly People

—-Quote of the Week—- “All solutions are a compromise.” —-My husband; Steve— Continue reading Build a Bridge

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—-Short Story Sunday— The prompt that inspired this piece was: “Two people sit next to each other on a train. They do not know each other and have never met before, yet they share the exact same secret.” I came up with two ideas for this. This is idea number one. Number two will be shared next week. Seeing Is Believing Yvette let out a sigh of relief as the subway train pulled up to the station. The platform was especially crowded for a Sunday morning; people standing too close and more than one had stepped on her foot or … Continue reading Seeing is Believing

—-Scavenger Hunt Saturday—- My neighbor calls it the Catbird Seat. This sweet spot on the second story veranda where we hover closer to Earth than to Heaven. This high up place where boards sag, conversation is currency, trust is sacred and secrets pass like breath; exhaled and carried forth on trails of cigarette smoke; received and inhaled like air. We look at each other sideways; still trying to puzzle the other out, but guards are lowered and the silences are comfortable so we take in the breeze and the view. In this place we are more feline than avian; more … Continue reading Observer…..

They race up and down the body of the small, dead orange tree. Confused and baffled that the bird feeder, which hung from one of the barren branches only yesterday, is no longer where they remember it being. The pile of seed they spilled still lays at the bottom of the tree, testimony that they are at the right location. And yet….. And yet…. And yet…. The feeder seems to have moved. Seems to have been relocated. Seems almost accessible, yet remains elusively just out of reach. They are unable to climb the metal pole from which it now hangs. … Continue reading Divided We Fall