Poetry Friday: White Ribbons

White Ribbons The white house on the corner, with lavender blooms tracing the fence till fall, where the little girl had worn her hair up, hiding behind her sharpened pencil. Worn her hair up, blonde curls in white ribbons. Molly read her fairytales in the treetops, dreaming of walnuts, and castles, and red trolleys. Sunlight … Continue reading Poetry Friday: White Ribbons


Poetry Friday: Nighttime

Nighttime You're wrapped in me, in the quilt, in snowflakes. Steady breaths disrupt the stillness of my chest. I study your untroubled eyelids. Past the window, snow glitters in streetlight. Warm breaths cover my lips, and I close my eyes. * * * If you read this poem, whom did you picture? Mother and child? Owner and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Nighttime

Legacy (Part I)

Legacy. This word has been mulling around in my mind lately. In church the other day, someone referenced a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson that my mother once made me and my siblings memorize: "That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing itself is changed, but … Continue reading Legacy (Part I)


I remember back when my depression was pretty bad and I considered different ways to end my life. One particular day, as I turned left on a quiet intersection by my high school and considered slamming into another car or a stoplight, I was overcome with this feeling that my future children were with me, … Continue reading Courage