Poetry Friday: The Old Oak Door

The Old Oak Door They beat the old oak door with metal, hot With orange flame, they cast a holy scene Through windows of stained glass, an afterthought Of sacred things that men have turned obscene. The pastor in the chapel holds his face And worships at the feet of Christ the Lord; The mob … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Old Oak Door


Note to Torscho

This piece is just breathtaking. The language, the story–beautiful.


When I talk to you, fear deep from inside finds me.
It grows worse as we become closer.
What about her feelings, are they the same?

What did she mean by that period she put at the end of that sentence but not the other?
And what of the other?
My heart begins pounding, and the longer I wait to tell you;
the more, more, more.

Sometimes I am just racing, chasing my thoughts-invigorated by doubt and become saddened and distraught. Maybe it’s all this time on my hands that makes our interaction feel like I’m a clumsy ball of flailing hands.

But then I hate it, how I feel; the anxiety all too real for some text on a screen.
I want you there to hold my eyes with yours and tell me there’s nothing there
it’s just a period. How could some one be afraid, afraid of grammar.

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Poetry Friday: Sleep Reflection

Sleep Reflection Waking to the chill of morning, I open my eyes close the window turn off the blaring alarm turn on my loud music throw off my PJs and pull on a sweater and jeans because it’s cool outside. It’s warm in my bedroom so I strip off my clothes and put on light … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Sleep Reflection

The Pink Shoes Stand Alone, At Home

“And so I am reminded: nothing is simple. Allowing your son to choose bedazzled pink shoes does not magically arm him to deal with criticism and feeling singled out.”
Beautifully written with a resounding call for inclusiveness, sensitivity, and love; which is what we all deserve, right?


Earlier this year I wrote about how I struggled to let K-Pants—then five—pick pink, bedazzled light-up shoes.

Pink Shoes. MomsicleBlog

I was worried about the world making fun of him for wearing girl shoes, but we decided that was not a good reason to say no. And those pink shoes have been worn everywhere.

K-Pants Six, Voodoo Doughnuts. MomsicleBlog

Pink Shoes on the Road. MomsicleBlog

The pink shoes post inspired my good friend Kelly to let her preschool son pick out a My Little Ponies sweatshirt he craved. This picture is of him and his sister blissed out with their new shirts.

MyLittlePonies. MomsicleBlog. Photo Credit: Kelly

I was so proud to see this—to know that we can walk these paths together.

But this past weekend I found myself back in the shoe aisle with K-Pants, looking for a pair of bright sparkly shoes that weren’t girl shoes. It only took one day at his new, big elementary school for K-Pants to be made fun of. I was heartbroken.


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