This weekend we met up with some of the writers from our group to have an isolated block of writing time. Some of us cannot write at home or need a change of scenery every so often. My son came along with us and had a great time playing X Box with my friend's son. It was a very productive night; one writer submitted to a publication, another submitted music to a publication, another queried a publication and I wrote a few words toward another story.
I love our time together and am most grateful because it includes my family. We all come to group together because that's who we are: parents who are writers. Those in the group who are not parents or whose children are grown also understand and are welcoming. Our writers group is a part of my life like a limb on my body.
Blessed be the writers.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Diagnosis
Mamá tiene cáncer.
I felt like a delivery man
holding a box that had been
on back order for some time.
I felt like a delivery man
holding a box that had been
on back order for some time.
There would never be a time
it would fit neatly into our lives.
it would fit neatly into our lives.
He came back into the room
towering over me; I thought
he would slap the cancer I had
spoken into existence right off
of my mouth.
towering over me; I thought
he would slap the cancer I had
spoken into existence right off
of my mouth.
Neither one of us cried.
Not in that moment, not in
the few short months after.
Not in that moment, not in
the few short months after.
It was a package ripped
open for us to stare into. They
didn’t even leave instructions.
open for us to stare into. They
didn’t even leave instructions.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Motherhood
It is every
color I have yet to see
Quantified
echoes of beauty
It is deep
pain in hard places
Conversations
sewn together
When no one
is ready to talk about it
It is every
tear shed at 6 p.m. on Sunday
Not ready to
go home
It is every
countdown to summer
Stay with me
here
It is a laughter that leaves us breathless
A happiness
emitted from within
Hands cupped
over my chest
Please don't escape from me
It is every
broken piece of life
Held together
with prayer
Bombarded with
kisses and
Never
let me go
Hugs
It is the
richest blessing
I have ever
received
This poem was inspired by a question that was posed at bible study about what Motherhood meant to us as we learned about Mary and her great sacrifice.
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