Stopping Laundry Folding on a Rainy Afternoon (parody of Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)
Whose sock this is I think I know. Its mate has a hole worn through the toe;He will not see me stop folding hereTo carry his sock to trashbin and throw.My little girl must think it strangeTo stop without a pile
Heeding My Motherly Intuition
The first time the small white pickup slowed to an idle and the driver with the snaggletooth grin asked if I needed a ride, I was on my cell phone.“Who’s that?” my best friend asked. “Some hillbilly.” I watched to
I Know Just How You Feel
As I plodded through the sleepless period of my newborn daughter’s life, the greatest kindness was when other mothers reached out and told me that they had been there, too; that they knew what it was like to count down
Lockjaw & Love
On Wednesday night, my jaw started hurting while chewing beef stroganaff I’d accidentally made with bottom round rather than top. I took Randy’s hand and held it up to my face. “Rub my jaw,” I commanded.“What?” he asked. “Can’t you
Climbing to New Heights
Two weeks ago my husband, Randy, was working on our chimney while I sat under the front porch writing. The wind swayed the trees bordering the field and spun the outdoor ceiling fans; hummingbirds buzzed each other like tropical insects
My Best Friend’s Wedding
At sixteen, when I tried hooking you up with my husband, Randy, before I realized that I wanted him for myself, I told you about his gun-toting, mountain man physique that was similar to Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the
The Mortar Moments of Marriage
I do not know much about masonry, so I will not pretend, but whenever I passed my husband, Randy, kneeling on the stamped concrete porch while fitting rocks along the lower portion of our home that he’d gathered from our
Visible Ink
Every Tuesday night, my father totes a bucket of lyrics scrawled on 2 x 4 scraps and her father plucks chords on a cream guitar inlaid with mother of pearl.Thus, Barbie and Ken’s love story unfolds against the soundtrack of
Guest Post By THE RIVER WITCH Author Kimberly Brock
Award-winning author Kimberly Brock, whose novel The River Witch is She Reads' June selection and in Huffington Post's Summer's Sizzling Southern Fiction list, is one of those rare people with a sincerity transcending the bounds of social media as well as the
Behind the Mask
A friend who’s read my recent blog posts emailed last week to kindly ask if I was going through post-partum depression and to offer her support if I was. By the end of the day, I knew why her question