Wish I could…

Wish I could take the pain away Yours and mine – just cast it astray Bury the sorrow in holes so deep Just take the sadness and put it to sleep Wish I could bottle elation and bliss Then pass it around at times such as this Let us get drunk on joy and delight Forget all our troubles and laugh through the night Wish I could reach out and touch the sky, then borrow a star or two...

The boy who would be twelve

The boy who would be twelve today – he’s lost inside my dreams He weaves his way around my thoughts on unrelated themes He hides among the shadows – they dance around my mind Slipping in and out, simply to remind… The boy who would be twelve today – he lives inside my soul He plays with my emotions; he dares me to be whole He’s always in there somewhere, tiptoeing about I wish...

Crumbling façades

Didn’t ask for this to happen; never wanted it to be There’s nothing brave about it; no courage to be me It’s not a path I chose – Just do my best to cope So please don’t say I’m brave; that my courage gives you hope I do the best I can, to keep the lock on tight But as the dates approach, I start to lose the fight Long ago, I built a wall, trying to contain The feelings I...

100 Reasons to Be Glad*…

Sometimes, life isn’t so great. You get bogged down in the negatives and lose sight of the good stuff – the stuff that makes you smile. And, while I’m not trying to minimize the negatives (and these days, there are more than a few, what with a friend being very sick, political and environmental disasters that are seemingly at every turn, a difficult job market, etc.), perhaps...

Rites of Passage

Tears of sadness; tears of joy As I watch my little boy Turn the page and start anew Rites of passage all too soon His future’s tangled in the past A song connecting first and last Brothers who will never meet Connected by a song so sweet I think of then and think of now; I wipe the tears that fall For all that’s lost and all that’s found – I think about it all I...

The Red Lines of Infertility

During the long, painful years when we were having so much trouble trying to bring a healthy child into the world, many well-meaning friends would often say – in a soft, gentle voice, “have you considered (pause for dramatic effect) adoption?” And I think I did a pretty good job of being patient with these people, especially as I understood that they were only trying to help...

How do you celebrate a blog’s fifth birthday?

Whenever I’ve gone on job interviews over the years, there has always been one question that I’ve always dreaded – where do you see yourself in five/ten years’ time. I’ve never known how to respond, since I was always fairly certain that any answer I gave was not going to be the right one for them. I was never looking to climb the corporate ladder; I’ve never been interested...

A world gone mad…

Tattered and torn – we’re ripped at the seams With horrible nightmares replacing the dreams Except here’s the thing – you’re really awake And it seems like the world is just ready to break But all you can do is watch as it falls Because no one’s prepared to heed any calls We’re sinking in deeper – we’re all going down Because no one’s prepared to make any sound As the world...

Flotilla Guerilla for Sale…

For those of us who grew up in the 70s, spending Saturday mornings in front of the television was practically de rigueur. This was back in the days when flying anvils (created by Acme, of course) was the “height” of violence, and Hanna-Barbera was the the undisputed king of the Saturday morning cartoon. One of my all-time favorites was “Magilla...

On turning 42 and other ghastly things…

Every year in the days leading up to my birthday, I enter a period of self-reflection. I look back on the events of the past year and think about how they may have reshaped my life. In the years before we had our son (who arrived just over a week before my birthday back in 2004), I would often see my birthday as a milestone that marked another year of failing to achieve our...