Fun at the Germ-Infested Playground!

Such fun, at the indoor playground!

Falling rain has us weather-bound.

So to the mall, we go instead.

Where gross germs are easily spread.

Full of children, so tightly wound.

 

Little heathens run wild around;

Screams and shouts are the only sound.

I swear, half must be interbred,

At the indoor playground.

 

On their phones, parents are spellbound.

Kids left unwatched, to beat and pound

On other children’s little heads.

A war of germs, dirt, and bloodshed.

Oh how I hate this battleground.

At the indoor playground.

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One Little Birdie

It was an ordinary spring day; full of sunshine, puffy clouds, and a light breeze that smelled faintly of flowers. My window was down and my short, dark hair was snapping back and forth, lightly stinging my freckled cheeks. Tortoise colored sunglasses covered half my face and kept the sun’s rays from reaching my blue eyes and the smile on my face touched my ears; a sign that all was right and beautiful in the world.

The black leather on my minivan’s seat was getting just enough sun to be warm to the touch, radiating heat onto my bare shoulders. It reminded me of the sticky humidity that comes with summer. My girls, one and five, were giggling happily as I sang along to the 90’s hip-hop song drifting from the speakers.

I knew each word with precision, of course.

I signaled to switch lanes, cautious that I was clear, and checked my blind spot. As I turned my head back to facing front, a small, shiny Civic darted across three lanes like a silver bullet and cut my black swagger wagon off.

On instinct, I gasped, whaled on my horn, and slammed on my brakes sending freshly bought produce sailing through my vehicle, now coming to an abrupt stop. A bottle of delicious red wine rolled all the way to the console, still wearing the white plastic bag and somehow brand new baby wipes ended up in my lap.

My eye’s rushed up to the rear-view and thankfully my girls were still smiling. “Are you alright?” I asked Reagan.

“Yep,” Reagan answered. They barely even noticed. Knowing we were fine and dandy with all limbs in tact, the New-York-angry-driver in me took over.

I cautiously pulled my black-on-black Dodge next to the Civic and offered my biggest grin to the driver, a girl wearing obnoxiously massive hoop earrings. This woman and her stupid choice could have easily turned my good day sideways, but thankfully she didn’t.

I passed her and, still providing a full smile, I gave that idiot the bird.

Reagan saw my finger and asked, “was that the sign language for ‘no’, Momma?”  Her voice pure and sweet with innocence.

I laughed and responded, “it was something like that.”

It was still an ordinary Spring day; full of sunshine, puffy clouds, and a light breeze that smelled faintly of flowers.

By the grace of something greater, all was still right in the world.

Photo courtesy of Lily Lvnatikk on StockSnap.io

Baseball Season

12901507_10153565454738753_5633057455976832025_oPopcorn making;

Bats Breaking.

It must be that time of year.

 

Hot dog eating;

Bleacher seating.

Ten dollars for the smallest beer.

 

Players striking;

Coach disliking.

The team may lose, is what he fears.

 

Ball cap wearing;

Sun is glaring.

The day is beautiful and clear.

 

Third base stealing;

Such a feeling,

When the crowd begins to cheer.

 

Outfield sunning;

Home base running.

Baseball season is finally here!

 

A Day of Wins.

In many ways, today was the first stress-free day I’ve felt in a long time.  I finished my last day as an assistant and, as I was walking out of the office I smiled and took a deep breath, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply.  Maybe I did love that job, but I knew the timing wasn’t right.  I let the intoxicating smell of spring flowers fill my nose.

I felt so free.

Free to go home and focus on my kids, my family, my house and  my future as a writer.  It felt liberating beyond words.

I opened my eyes to find the most beautiful yellow and black swallowtail butterfly  soaring past me.  It was so close that I could have reached out and touched it’s delicate wings, but I didn’t.  Instead I watched it dart back, forth, up and down.  I smiled to myself knowing it was surely a sign that I’d made the right choice.  A sign that brighter, more beautiful things were on the horizon.

Then after returning home I got a message from an old friend who wanted to put something together for my book cover.

I was beside myself and beyond grateful for the offer.  So, I explained what I was thinking of and not even two hours later I am looking at the perfect cover for my book.

My book is finally REALLY coming together.  I have edited, re-edited and edited again.  I have let my peers read it and offer criticism.  I started establishing myself as a writer online and now, today, I received artwork for my cover.

I am over the moon.  Today was full of wins.

Thank you, Chris.