I thought I would repost this since it is that time of year again. I don’t LOVE Elf on a Shelf but I acquiesce for my daughter. She loves her Elf Perry and he still does silly things for her in December each year. The comment section is not so Christmassy but highly entertaining. I…
Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…
I understand some people being so angry they are having a hard time wanting to move forward. I read a lot of fear and sadness and hateful posts and I get it. It’s emotional. We have a lot at stake. I don’t judge you for it and I’ll never say “just get over it”…
Dear daughter: You my love Are a woman And that means You will be told things Some will be true And many more will not The only thing You must do Is to find yourself Who are you? What you stand for? And know you are strong That you have options And when you don’t You get creative…
If we were vines I would wrap around you And I would strengthen you You would grow higher More sturdy and sure And you would bloom And I would bloom Together We would bloom But as most vines do You would also be free To branch out And see what there is Of a world…
Written by: Hastywords And this is my blog 🙂 We look for love Inside lines And rows Of prose And poetry It speaks Beautifully Fluently In many languages Sometimes lyrical And often in rhyme Eloquent words Strung passionately Across the wires Caressing the heart Feeding the soul But it’s only fuel The match waiting To…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
Please welcome Don Ortolano to #BeREALationships. Where did this relationship between brothers start? Well, actually, it started before my younger brother, Robert, was even born. I recall the day well, even though it is in many ways, an eternity ago. It was one of those beautiful, cool sunny days in New York and I was…
Please welcome Elaheh Bos to #BeReal. If you have some time I very highly recommend you check out her website because her books are amazing and my daughter loves them. When my oldest daughter was three years old and as intense and curious as she is now, she opened a can of sardines, ate a few…
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