My Mother Would Have Loved Marie Kondo

Growing up, my house was never tidy. Sometimes it was clean, but it was never tidy. And it was never kept that way. We had things stacked up in lots of random places, because my mom found it hard to let go. But every once in a while she would get frustrated at her family …

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Breath

It comes rushing in Like a rushing wind Like a deep inhale Filling these lungs That once gasped for breath It's a joy that overtakes A love that overcomes A grace that breaks free A faith holding steadfastly A mercy that bends rules without breaking them This freedom rings A sound resounding Heard miles off …

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Blogging Everyday in July|A Poem About Clouds

Clouds are one of my favorite things.  If you follow me on Instagram, there's no doubt that you've seen far too many photos of clouds, from the Sierra Wave to the fluffy clouds over the skies of Alabama.  I just love them.  I think they're an art that we'll never be able to form ourselves. …

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