In the circle of their arms time disappears mother and child dance to music only they can hear with eyes locked on each other’s faces absorbing  all* with  that embrace building bridges against years’ hollowing chasms, flowing tears. Oh blessed moment when even teardrops are sweet and every smile, a blissful gift all these treasuresContinue reading “MOTHER AND CHILD”


His tiny hands are not so tiny anymore His feet now run away when he’s called his big smile saying “catch me if you can!” The infant who could do nothing but cry has learned to put his brothers to tears. His babbling voice still learning to form words will soon challenge mine. Years haveContinue reading “EMPTY ARMS”


I wrote this post following a prompt from Studio30+ which was about, you guessed it, Ugly Sweatpants. 🙂 Studio30+ is a community of writers which I stumbled when I read Jester Queen’s post, ‘Show, Don’t Tell’.   To make a story short, I signed up with Studio30+ and found Jester Queen’s post to be very helpful.  I hadContinue reading “THE AMAZING UGLY SWEATPANTS”


Cook. Wash Dishes. Wash clothes. Fold clothes. Change diapers. Repeat. Sometimes, it feels like those are all the things she does. How inconsequential. How routine. She will look at herself, her unglamorous self, feel inadequate and descend into a blue funk. Through the blue prism, she sees her friends wearing clothes with names wondering whichContinue reading “BLUE FUNK”