she's eighteen too soon
my oldest baby, my star
i hope she'll go far



she's eighteen too soon
my oldest baby, my star
i hope she'll go far



my baby skiing
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain
to her mama’s soul


i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.

you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.

you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.
always the baker
coming up with concoctions
to sweeten our lives

one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)

a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
parenting problems
don’t end when the kids grow up
(they can still break you)
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face


a cold, windy morn
finding our legs on the ice
that waits for winter
