Will the calls and cards and letters Soak up every grief-stained tear Will his grandchildren cease to miss him At graduations and weddings from year to year
My Voyage to India (and not the Republic)!
I can't even put into words the overwhelming feeling that came over me walking, arm in arm with my niece, approaching the stage while Ms. Arie sang to a theatre filled with just us 25 or so VIP Experience guests. She waved to us and made us feel as if we were her BFFs sitting in her living room, and all I remember thinking is...how did this happen? How am I worthy?
Can’t Get you out of my head – Original Poetry
Your voice slides inside my mind like silk panties between my thighs and I can't get you out of my head..
The Courage to Change…
I strongly believe if our children grow up knowing that they are the most important person in the lives of those who have created them, they will be confident, loving beings and will spread that love and compassion to all those that they touch.
I’m back!
It's been several months since I've written anything on my blog and I apologize to my loyal followers for the long absence.
So Deep, Part Two – Original Poetry
Is love really supposed to feel this way Entranced yet terrified that it could just as easily go astray Don't want to admit how in love I am with you today So I close my eyes and pray that your love will always stay So deep
Dear Grief
Wow You're back again Calling me, texting me like an old homey lover friend Wrapping around me in the disguise of comfort Telling me not to pick up the phone or paper or a pen Suffocating every cry for help Whispering in my ear that I don't need anyone to dry my tears Pretending to... Continue Reading →
I Hope You Dance…
I was so stressed during the day that my head hurt all over and I could feel the tension in my shoulders so intense that I could hardly turn my neck most of the afternoon. It's amazing how stress can sneak up and almost paralyze you, forcing you to take notice and counteract. I wanted everything to be perfect for my daughter's first time going to the dance with her dad, yet my body was screaming "what about me???!"
“In the middle of a street in Camden, NJ” – by J.T.Austin Jr.
I read this short essay at his memorial service this past Saturday (more to come about that) and several people have asked for a copy of it, so I am posting it on my blog. It was one of many small glimpses into the sensitive side of my dad that until his later years, was only uncovered in his writing. I can't wait to put all of his thoughts into book form but for now, I'll share one of my favorites so far:
42 is also YOU! Thank you Jackie Robinson….
For my son's birthday, all he wanted was to spend the day with his best friends at the movies. Now, I'm a party-planning fanatic, so of course I had to do more than just the movies. Although I tried to keep it simple, I planned a fun lunch at a nearby diner and had several... Continue Reading →
Toni's Room 