I wrote this poem in the summer of 1983. A few miles’ drive from my house, I sat down on a bench, alone. I needed time for myself. Looking and wondering, I waited for a bit, surrounded by swings and…
I wrote this poem in the summer of 1983. A few miles’ drive from my house, I sat down on a bench, alone. I needed time for myself. Looking and wondering, I waited for a bit, surrounded by swings and…
It was the winter of 1983—the coldest one ever. Then spring and summer came and went. And through the seasons, extreme sadness gripped me. Life would not give me a break. It kept throwing curve balls. One after another, they…
I wrote this poem in 1982. I had flashbacks, then. Flashbacks of times past. Flashbacks of my first love. What it meant to me. Moments spent together. Moments that could never be forgotten. As I look back through time, I…
I wrote this poem in 1984. It was a chilly day with rain on the way. That Saturday, I wrapped myself in a soft blanket, filled with love and care. And I filled myself with a firm resolve to…
I look back on a spectacular California day in May 1993. Chris and I took a drive up to the San Gabriel Mountains. A moment in my life that I will never forget. You see, I didn’t travel much when…
It was May 1984. I wrote this poem because once again, I was in a 10 year conflict in my life. It felt as though they were trying to suck me under. No matter what I did to smile or…
One morning in April 1987, I awoke to a magnificent Southern California spring day. The weather was perfect—72 degrees—not too hot and not too cold, just sunny and glorious. Outside my window, laurel sumac leaves danced freely in a breeze,…
I wrote this poem on a beautiful spring day in 1984, just about a year before I graduated from Santa Monica Community College. It was a Saturday in the middle of May. My mentor Robert and I walked down to…
I wrote this poem back in April 1984. My third year of college. On one of my walks with my mentor, Robert. Suddenly, out of the blue, a blackbird landed by our feet. Walking. Talking. Wobbling to and fro. Side…
I wrote this poem in June 1987, the summer before I met Chris, the man who would become my husband. At the time, I knew I would have to let go of a lot of old resentments and pain if…