3.282 Home is the familiar

My first home was the wombGentle hums of blood rushingComforting heart beating Outside was turmoilShouting matchesMachine motors whirring Inside, I was safeCurled in the warm cocoonNourished with love and purpose My childhood houseYellow, creaky, fullDeep with...

3.281 Heartful or heartless

If we aren’t working towards peace, what are we working towards then? If we aren’t fighting for our children, and I mean all of our children, what are we fighting for then? I feel ashamed because I can’t turn on the TV and watch the news clips of...

3.280 Time isn’t real

I love when Daylight Saving Time ends. The kids keep the same time so they are in bed earlier and are more rested the next day. This lasted for almost the whole winter last year. I think my body very much appreciates the time changing. I tend to stay up late and wake...

3.279 Responsible

Growing up, I had many responsibilities and as I got older, I assumed more and more. Assuming responsibility means to step forward and take charge without being asked. I literally assumed I was responsible for many things. And when no one, particularly an adult, said...

3.278 Getting lost in a story

Tonight, I am reading and falling asleep and waking only wanting to read more even as my eyes droop and burn. This doesn’t happen with those dry non-fiction books, at least for me. I wonder who does react that way to non-fiction books? Humans are drawn to stories. We...