When I was young,
late-night adventures
of dancing,
of dining,
of playing cards
with friends
was my declaration
of independence
over sleep.
But now
the most thrilling
Friday night
means falling asleep
in recliner
while semi-riveted
in a streaming documentary
about the history of cheese.
Shortly after college,disillusioned,down,distraughtover the cold-hearteddisregardupper managementshowed for myeconomic and emotionalwell-being,I attemptedto take controlof my life.I starteda weblog.I researched,wrote,and publisheda websiteabout swimming.I publishedweeklyon Geocities,workinghour after hour,intentto builda communityof passionateswimmers.I failedspectacularly.A decadelater,I tried again—this time,we blogas an Examiner.Unfortunately,I was cluelessand couldn’tdrive trafficto my work.I failed.Again.ButIpersisted.Againandagain,I wroteabout communityand kindness,but the clicksnever clicked.And hereI ama few yearsin,as the otherKLM,penning…
It’s Time to Unplug Boredom sighs while setting her snare. Scrolling; swiping; clicking; liking; trolling; typing. Thumbprints blaze oily trails followed by Fatigued, dry eyes losing clear focus. Mother calls, “You need a break.” She proclaims, “It’s time to unplug.” The Alarming Reality The situation in schools is dire, with alarming data pointing to significant…
When Truth approachedMy front porchI turned downHer friendly visit I knewShe carried wearisome wordsSo I refused To listen I could ignoreThe ringingDinging doorbellBy masking with singing I could hideIn a back roomTurning out the lightsPretending not to be home But ringing became knockingPounding louder and louderUntil I the only reasonable choiceWas to open the door Truth…
“Science is itself poetic…science opens up realms of poetry.” — Science and Poetry collection “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein “Poetry and science are allies, not opposites.” — Holly Lyn Walrath “Perhaps there could be no joy…without an equal weight of pain to balance…
What if we loosened our grip on the glowing rectangles we carry everywhere? What if we walked more? Actually walked. Down sidewalks. Through neighborhoods. Past people we might eventually learn the names of.
“Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14 I Do Not to raise me upbut to remain grounded,planted,knees kneeling,rememberingwe fallfrequently. Prayer’s powerisn’t in praisingbut in pausing,breathing betweenhurtingand healing. Faith’s foundationisn’t in knowingbut in loving,living His truth,living mine,giving lovenot proof. Do We Mean It? This isn’t just something I’ve noticed. It’s an…
