This poem first appeared on Jennifer Wolfe’s blog, mamawolfe. “What they took for inattentiveness was a miracle of concentration.” – Toni Morrison, Tar Baby My hands deftly maneuver Mismatched orbs up, down, up Ascending with celerity Descending just the same Catch. Release. Watch. Drop. Juggling my way through life. Throw it up again. …
This essay originally appeared on Jennifer’s blog, mamawolfe. The 4th of July, for me, isn’t the kind of holiday I really look forward to anymore. I live in a small town. We have the parades, the pancake breakfasts, the picnics, the gathering-together-in-the-park kind of celebrations. We have the swimming pools, the BBQs, the kids riding …
I was chatting with an online friend the other day about the German plane crash and all the scary situations going on around the world, and she confessed that by the end of the day, she just wanted to step away from everything. I could completely relate. At times, the news absolutely sends me into …
All writers need to search for our muse at one time or another. This post first appeared on Jennifer Wolfe’s blog, mamawolfe. I set out to find my muse today. Long dormant under piles of paper, loads of laundry and unwashed dishes, her elusiveness is starting to wear me down. Like the moment when you realize …
