I am a creative type. Anyone who knows me understands it’s an understatement when I say, "I’ve been pretty busy." The details of a typical day in “The Life of Rachel” can be rather dizzying. I blame my mother. To me, being productive from morning until I drop my weary head upon my pillow seems … Continue reading “Busy” in the Life of a Creative Person
"Oh grow up!" my mother used to say. And so I did--but I did it my way. I never was very good at following the rules. (The apple didn't fall far from the tree.) Neither are my babies...damn apples! I wonder if she ever wishes she could take those words back? I know I often … Continue reading The Art of Letting Go
Although I've tried, I cannot stop the poet within me. I do not want to be a poet, but poetry has always saved me from myself. If you are a poet, you'll understand that writing poetry requires you to delve into your inner mind and clutch and pull at the thread of emotion, unraveling it little by … Continue reading A Pot of Poet’s Blood
My Mother is Alive and Well Here it is--proof that I've been hearing my mother's voice in my mind for at least a decade. This is actually the first poem I had published in 2008. My mother's voice has been a running theme ever since. My mom wasn't really impressed with this poem at the time--she … Continue reading “I Killed My Mother”