I tend to this guiltThat gnaws at my heelsNo matter the shoes I wearOr the role I play that day I carry this guiltLike a babyToo heavy for its sling When I choose to spend my daysIn the service of children Who aren’t you And I hear myself tell other parentsHow quality time with their children Is…
Last week, my family and I embarked on a trip to Disney World. We spent 24 hours in the car together between the drive down to FL and then back to NC. It was a blast, and there may be more to come on that later. But more importantly, on the car ride home, we…
I don’t want anotherI just want youAll over again I’ve never felt such longingFor a past lifeGone so soon They say, In the blink of an eyeSo I cover mine–No luck Except the Unbelievable luckOf beingYour mom
I am a fanOscillating between cool breezeAnd dry, intense heat I am a childCarefreeThen tantruming I am FloridaSunshine permeatingThen storm and take cover I am the BuddhaUnattached and acceptingI am NapoleonEverything a threat I am a dogUnburdened, rolling on my backI am a wolfWild-eyed and roaming I am compassionI am disgust I am readyI am…
In book club the other night, a question was posed to the group, “Do you trust yourself?” Crickets for a while, then a few stifled laughs, and then a waterfall of “no” and “absolutely not” answers spilled out around the 12-foot table. I thought for a while about it, as deeply as one can possibly…
Will this week feel fluid or fixedWill I exercise on the days I’m supposed toI even wrote it in red and set the alarms Should I have washed that spinach before eating itWill I take walks and lunch breaks as I promised my calendar I would Will I remember to breathe from my belly, not…
I watch new pages falling open in front of me with curiosityMy story shifting from “we can’t have more” to “we have chosen to have one” And I wonder if soon, I’ll be able to say these new, cumbersome words aloudTo the curious minds who can’t comprehendHow we could possibly chooseTo have only one I…
The Other Courtney 