Month: April 2026

Thank You for Ten Years!

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I haven’t had any time this week to write. Or read. Or do much of anything else, really. Lucy’s been keeping us fantastically, beautifully busy.

I love it. Though I do wish I had just a little more time. Or hands. Or both.

Anyway.

I think maybe my busy-ness was kismet, because I got a notification from WordPress today that I’ve been blogging now for ten years.

TEN. YEARS.

When I look back at where I started and where I am now, in blogging and writing and life, I feel so much gratitude. I’ve made wonderful friends here, and they inspire me every day to keep creating. I’ve grown and changed in ways I never could have imagined. I’ve got Lucy, and I live at the beach, and I write poetry. I never thought I could actually write poetry. I feel more brave, more open, and more ready. And I also know that I still have so much more to learn.

If you’re reading this today (or tomorrow or whenever), thank you! Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading and for being here. If you’ve been reading for a while, thank you extra, because you’ve kept me going through many a hard day. Knowing you’re out there keeps me motivated, and makes me want to a better writer and creator and human.

It’s quite a journey we’ve been on together. I can’t wait for whatever comes next.

When She Grows Up

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I don’t know what Lucy will choose to be when she grows up. I am still figuring it out for myself, after all. And whatever she chooses, I’ll support her. But watching her last night, I think I might have a pretty good idea.

Yes, my friends, I think we have a musician in the house. Well, another one. And I bet she’ll surpass all of us for skill and talent.

Oh, my heart. Oh, this magical, brilliant little girl. It’s so fascinating, watching Lucy figure out the world. I wonder what we’ll discover tomorrow.

Pink Moon Lucy Blue (A Poem)

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Watching your little girl play so carefree,
you think one day
I hope I can be
just like that.
But once upon a time you
were already a child too,
twirling and dancing under a twilight sky,
reaching for a mother’s steady hand
and knowing it would be there.
It hits you right where you stand:
Your time hasn’t gone.
It’s just moved on,
come full circle like the bright pink moon.
And like the moon,
it will turn again soon.
The well will never run dry
of daughters made mothers,
of mothers and daughters and the love they share,
heavy as a whole heart and light as air.