needs: blue sky, red rocks,

a daughter who’d save that grin 

for every moment

first ready to date

while young ones still make candy

Daddy’s girls, so sweet

sometimes heartbreak melds

into a silver-lined sun

to set a new day

trapped in whirlwinds

sometimes i need my anchors

purring me to calm

When I bought that dress in Spain, my souvenir dress, it was not a souvenir. It was a reminder of what I had sacrificed, of what I was still willing to give.

I searched your name. Yours. Because I knew you were there. Because I knew your passion. Because if, 5000 miles from home, I was going to trust someone’s gut? 

Yours.

I have bought the house. I have enrolled my oldest.  I have two other daughters ready to be Rebels. I have built my life around this.

And you are why.

Life is defined by moments. This is one.

And I stand with you in this moment.

a table for six

can actually fit ten

if you care enough

to finish grading

to finish observations

to find fall colors

a pink sunrise view

tinted by autumnal love

makes it all better

my weekend checklist:

a five-mile foothill hike,

four tickets to Spain

at least fall colors

pretty my blue-sky city

(there’s no place like home)