Day 17: My Smile
Day 17: My Smile

Okay, I hate taking selfies. So here’s you-know-who with his perpetual dilemma: is he smiling, or not? There’s a thin line between crusty and cheerful. But I guess we’ll never know for sure.

I’ve decided to participate in Susannah Conway’s December Reflections  photo prompts again this year. During this hectic and stressful season, won’t you join me in mindful reflection from life’s photographic window seats and contemplative comments that provide refuge from the madness.

Past Life



time our

eyes meet,

I will



April Love Prompt: My Superpower

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.

Kindred Spirits


Trees and I go way back. As a kid, I remember lying under a mimosa in my grandfather’s backyard, fescue grass soft as baby’s hair cradling me around its roots, pink pompoms waving hello from fringed branches. Later on, the tree’s base would help me deflect croquet balls through a tricky wicket.

As an adult, I dragged my chronically ill carcass out to a giant cottonwood on the edge of our property, heavily muscled limbs towering over diminished neighbors and the field beyond, reaching into my weak heart and pumping in strength. I’d wrap my arms around a fraction of its girth, and know that I would get better.

I can tell you this much: I bow to tend the flowers, but with trees stand side by side.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!