For Mom

With every sock I turn right side in down in the basement sorting laundry, Vowing I’ll make the kids turn their own socks And knowing I won’t, I appreciate my mother. With every attempted paperback on the couch on my back on a Saturday, Our daughter asking questions Interrupting til I put the book down, … Continue reading For Mom


Paper-thin ice juts from the curb. Delicate, like sheets of sugar glass, it glistens in the sun. Sodden white clumps drop from trees – splash! into slushy puddles in the yard. Slick branches drip. Drip. Drip. Snowmelt trickles down roofs. Street gutters gurgle and gush. The neighborhood burbles merrily like a clear mountain stream. I … Continue reading Thaw