Living Like We’ve Got 100 Junes

.

Hey June,

I’m not ready for you yet!  I had so many good intentions for May, and yet the bills are still scattered on the dining room table, because my office is still in disarray, and even the rebounder trampoline is still covered in papers I meant to get to. Get To. (Sigh)

Ah but June…

I am typing this from my back porch with the birds chirping away. The breeze is ever so slight. There’s not a cloud in the sky and I’m sitting in the shade from a giant cottonwood. My neighbor’s

I am not a Poet

I am not a poet. Sometimes, I write poetry.

I am not a teacher, still I train and coach.

I am not a student though I continue to learn.

I am not an engineer, and yet I question

the universe and try

to mold a new future,

or maybe invent an impossible one,

 

I fear.

Of all that I am not…

I am not prepared.

I am not convinced.

I am not culpable.

Yet, of

I Will Not Let Spring Break Me

 

Although it tries.

Spring and Easter, Man, a lot of shit happened in my life around Easter.

Grandmas

Several years ago at this time of year, I lost my Grandma Wright at the end of a long cancer battle. Her death came shortly after my beloved great-grandmother from my mother’s side also passed away. One of the women who most shaped me, kept me alive in the precious teen years with truths that

My little man a few weeks before his heart surgery. The photographer colored his cheeks. My little man