Writing is how I express my passion for healing the soul.
With a degree in education, a decade of teaching experience, and a whole lot of "Mommy experiences", I try to make sense of the world around us.
No human could ever kill Another living soul No human could ever think Of solving problems using war No human could ever want
My eyes are nothing but a ruse Two tools I never learned to use Mirrors wasted panes of glass Lenses I can't help but look past.
Public Service Announcement
Public Service Announcement My husband is black My kids are too But my face is white Which makes it easier for you To pretend I’m racist too.
I almost go to meet you I almost held you near I almost whispered "I love you" Into your perfect little ear Your sweet angelic voice
How to Stop Being a Teacher
"You can't". The response came out of my husbands mouth before I could even finish saying the title. Of course I laughed, but he's right! (Or it certainly seems that way.) If you are a teacher, you teach for life, whether you have a certificate or not, teach in a classroom or not, are retired or not...
The whimsical woman was hard to control From the day she was born her mind was her own Though shadows and darkness lingered near
I My shadow friends are back today Shifting and sliding in their usual way The light that animates each of my friends Can extinguish life and bring it back again
Love Me Not
Rip out my heart spit on it And then When you feel apologetic Kick it back in my direction A quick sorry Leave me guessing