Confession Tuesday

Happy Tuesday folks. If it's Tuesday, it's time for your confessions. We won't tell a sole. Really, we won't.

I'm a bit out of sorts this week. The kids are away with their dad. Meanwhile, I am trying to psych myself up for September, which means getting back into some sort of group. My whole body is resisting, but I have a few days to myself to envision the next few months,


I managed to write a poem for my workshop. It's the first poem I've written in weeks, and it's heavily influenced by the events of Ferguson, MO. This summer seems to be a season on loss. Every time I turn on the news, it's worse than the day before. *sigh* Here's hoping things get better soon.


Last night, I stopped at our local farmers market to pick up a few things: one small piece of salmon, one ear of corn, a quart of cherry tomatoes, and honey. Feels as if I'm shopping for a single person.

Dinner was delish!


I have this sudden urge to read Galway Kinnell's poem, "When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone." Of course, I can't find the book of the same name. Maybe I have lived a long time alone? Or too long with kids.


Short but sweet today.


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