Flooded With Compassion 

Tensions rise, storms assault, pressure builds Home sweet homes destroyed Roads flood over emotions Overdue cleansing takes us by surprise  Flood exterminates hate sparks Subtle change, an almost imperceptible shift Animosity pulled by the current of murky water Colors muted, lines blurring Hostility replaced by desperate yearning Guidance, a beacon of light Sun rises, infusing…

Whine Indulge Repeat

“Eat Pray Love,” a New York Times best seller for over 200 weeks, could have been more aptly titled, “Whine Indulge Repeat.” Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, currently releasing its 10th anniversary edition, is touted as the story of a strong-willed woman who leaves her husband, country home, and successful career because she is unhappy with these…

Capitol, Washington, DC

Foreign Policy

Nationwide is on your side. It’s on repeat is what it is. His sweet little voice transforms into the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard every time he belts it out. At the dinner table -Nationwide is on your side. I cringe. When his sister is in the midst of a teenage crisis, he sings…

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Garage Sale Angel

  Dad, I need your help. Though you’re no longer with me, I still look to you for guidance. Show me a sign. I need a little nudge in the right direction. So went the constant loop in my mind as I walked through our current home. For as long as I can remember, I…

Shadows of Terror

Love was abundant Hate hid in the dark Shadows of terror Stained hearts Beating amidst promising life Cut short by suicide Orchestrated performance On world stages Of heightened threat level Playing arenas where screams Echo instead of cheers Of celebration at a concert Music to their black souls Stripped from mothers’ arms In defense march…

fully stocked fridge, viking refrigerator, cantina

A Fully Stocked Fridge

I hear the car door slam and look at the clock. “Crap!” I forgot to thaw something for dinner. Again. Wheeling my office chair away from the desk, I give it a spin and catapult myself out of it, my socks sliding on the wood floor, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Grabbing…

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Just Below The Surface

You are not to blame. Five words which paralyze you with guilt and fill you with unease. Words can hold you captive at the clemency of the all-powerful one who holds the potential to set you free. Five words which isolated appear insignificant, but when strung together can change someone’s life. What if that life…