my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs


creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love


my little artist
(not so little anymore)
always new designs


creating Christmas
from the tree to ornaments
all hand-made with love


dream school acceptance
in the midst of this nightmare
that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?
how will we survive all this
with all that we face?

the box comes early
before breath has settled us
into this next step

pup got his hair cut
and is a grinning puff ball
though he is chagrined


just a small difference:
American leftovers
versus Honduran


blue sky autumn day
blue as our new president
not perfect, but. still.

work interrupted
my man carving the turkey
so my boy stepped in

my girls made the pies
and set the grateful table
(we made this loss work)


just the six of us
celebrating our health
in a health-hell year

lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look


hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days

waiting for my food
i am the queen of this chair
so leave me alone

i can’t win with her
(this pandemic doesn’t help)
so here we are. trapped.