Changing My Story

Last week, Kiddo selected The Whisper by Pamela Zagarenski as part of her bedtime reading.  It’s a story about a little girl who reads a magical book without words, because the words fell out on her way home from school.  Frustrated at the absence of words, she hears a whisper (a fox perched outside her Read More …

Dance Hall Days – Pizza Party Style

Picture the scene:  Girls’-Only Pizza Party while Hubby is away at his class. In the kitchen, “Please Don’t Stop The Music” (a song my corpse would roll off the table and twitch to) is pumping its very contagious cha-cha beat. And I’m dancing.  Just. Like. The. Old. Days: (Sigh) Good times. Good times… Then (record Read More …

The First Frost

And I will love you, Said the flower to the bee, When the first frost transforms breath Into crystals that drift to the ground. When our heartbeats cease – Bodies numb, falling – As consciousness unites with the Infinite, Even then, I will know you. And I will love you.           Read More …

Concerning Abimelech Jones

There is a boy who flies with the birds. But not in that ’80’s movie kind of way: Dragging a parable behind him. He is just a boy, And he flies because He never doubts. And at the crack of dawn, He steps into the air, Higher and higher, Until he rolls over And touches Read More …

Birthday Cake Epiphany – Part 2: The Good Grief

So, the birthday cake was a hit yesterday.  Yellow cake with raspberry buttercream and lemon curd filling.  Chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream and raspberry filling.  Quite tasty.  Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…. On the other hand, the birthday girl was not her usual happy, gregarious self.  She seemed…sad, even when she tried not to.  Background:  Read More …

Birthday Cake Epiphany – Part 1

Tomorrow, we celebrate my friend’s 50th birthday.  So, what’s in order for the occasion?  My favorite word: C-A-K-E. Maybe it’s because I’m recovering my energy back enough to be creative again.  Maybe it’s because I like people to “ooh and aah” over something I have done.  Actually, I find that pretty embarrassing, especially when accompanied Read More …

Simple Things

The first breaths of dawn in sync with my own A soft, warm cheek nestled on my chest A morning walk with an appreciative dog Soft background music while Drinking warm coffee on a grey day The taste of cake batter and anticipation of the joy it will bring later, all decked out in its Read More …

Like Chocolate

She sat down and wrote as fast as she could, And all the words came out in Italian. Except she didn’t speak Italian. But the words looked beautiful and felt like velvet chocolate in her brain, So she went with it and wrote them anyway.   Copyright © 2017, Ilana Hulsey Rea. All rights reserved.