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

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
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)
no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face
a night of sirens
gives way to a pink sunrise
and everyone’s well
Almost a year ago, we invited this boy home for Christmas because he was living in a youth shelter.
We brought him downtown to see this beautiful tree.
And what a year it has been. Challenging in more ways than we ever thought imaginable, and all of us adjusting to this new life of having a brother and a son in the midst of a pandemic.
Here we are, standing under these same lights. And aren’t they still beautiful?
the best mail ever
with a scholarship of hope
to fulfill her dreams
it is not easy
to replicate restaurants
alas, we shall try
this quarantine brings
a new love for my kitchen
(lucky to have it)
even Bruce ate it
without a single worry
(there was no curry!)
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