Monthly Archives: February 2015

I’ve been thinking about what rubs me the wrong way What is uncomfortable What makes me feel vulnerable and scared, mad and irritated And I got to thinking about the pearl in an oyster It got there for all the … Continue reading →

It’s odd now when Michael leaves for a business trip The door closes behind him and the quiet of the house is loud The dogs sit and seem to sulk I sort of do too I spent so many days, … Continue reading →

The first time it happened, I was in my 30’s I was shocked, no, horrified I never saw it coming I was completely unprepared I was referred to as a “mam” In my defense I was wearing a power suit … Continue reading →