Guest Post: Poetry Tea-Time!

I’m guest-posting over on be, mama. be about a ritual we have in our house called Poetry Tea-Time.

For those of you who are intimidated by poetry and fearful I’m about to break out some Emily Dickinson on you, breathe easy. Although at one time I thought I’d pursue poetry, and not fiction, it became all too clear that I am far better at works with a higher page count!

No, my guest post is about a ritual I share with my children when our day is getting out of hand. And although we might read poems about love, a topic Emily Dickinson might have written about, fair maidens are nowhere to be found. Instead, the love poem we’d be likely to read might be about scaring the babysitter with a pet snake. Or perhaps an ode to Star Wars. The kind of love that appeals to my three sons.

Now doesn’t that sound like poetry which would appeal to the masses? Add tea and a sweet snack and who wouldn’t be eager to participate in poetry tea-time?

Head over to the LAST guest post of 2015 (at least on Cara’s blog) and show us some love. Be sure to leave a comment and share about rituals you have!

Thank you, Cara, for hosting me!

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Guest Post: The Little Things

Brenda, a friend from my time spent in Seattle cyber-introduced me to Cara Meredith and I’ve loved getting to know Cara through her blog. And today I have a guest post over on Cara’s blog celebrating the little things. In “She Called Out to Me” I write about a woman I met while I was in college in Chicago.  Here’s a snippet:

She Called Out To Me

“Dearie, are you going across the street? Dearie, do you think you could help me cross the street?”

I turned to the woman who’d called out for help. She wore a red striped scarf wrapped around her head, only a thatch of white hair at her forehead visible. The collar of her black fur coat, knee-length and quite shaggy, was buttoned and hid her neck from the blustery Chicago wind. She was standing on the corner, holding onto the blue mailbox with one hand and clutching a cane with the other. I had intended to hurry past her as I mentally reviewed my recent ups and downs as a college student. “Of course,” I said, stepping over to her and putting my arms through hers, preparing us to walk down the aisle painted like a crosswalk.

To read more, visit me over on Cara’s blog and while you’re there you should check out some of her other posts!

Thanks for having me, Cara!