I didn’t know I was going to write about shoes today when I woke up this morning. I didn’t know that thinking about a pair of unforgettable shoes would trigger such vivid memories. I surprised myself as the memories of my favorite shoes came flooding in...
Category: memory
April Poem #13: Memory of Spring
Observing the small birds like the juncos, chickadees, and sparrows, I wonder at their tenacity. Such small and fragile things, yet they weather winter snows, spring rainstorms, summer heat, and fierce fall winds. Where do they find their strength?
April Poem # 11: A Place for Everything
I like to make messes, and I am not afraid to get dirty. I’m the one with paint on her shirt and broccoli in her hair. I rejoice in the mess. I always thought my messes were my imagination and creativity flowing out. However, there is another side of me.
