Tiger's Eye posted this on their website today. Whew... a new adventure!
http://www.tigerseyejournal.com/
Friday, May 19, 2017
Sunday, May 14, 2017
My 23rd Mother's day
This blog is mostly for my children. When I print it out, they will keep it. So, for those few of you who read it, I hope you don't mind how personal it is. This is one of those posts. Happy Mother's Day!
Dakota, Carson, and Micah,
I once thought I would be a perfect mom, I'm not. I also thought I would marry a wonderful man and stay married for the rest of my life. That didn't happen either. When I first started submitting the poetry that I had been writing all my life, I hoped for immortality. That one day, my voice would be remembered by people, like Emily Dickinson's. On my 23rd year as a mother, I am not sorry about any of those losses. When I am put in the ground, I know that you will be all that is left of me. You and your children will carry on my story and my memories. As I look at my own mother's photo today, I hope that you will see me and remember me with lots of laughter and good times, as well as a few tears. That you will remember all the silly things I do and the fun we have together. All of the days at work, I really wish I could be home with you. As for my writing and the words I leave for others, I hope it will remind you that I never gave up. No matter how many times, I was met with rejection, I kept submitting until I achieved a level of success. The best part of all of this is knowing that you are proud of me. Maybe my years of trials and recovery have taught you to be resilient. Life will push you down over and over again, but even when the rains pours on you, you can always get back up. The sun will be out tomorrow, and your Heavenly Father will come to your aid. I love you all so very much.
Love always,
Mom
Dakota, Carson, and Micah,
I once thought I would be a perfect mom, I'm not. I also thought I would marry a wonderful man and stay married for the rest of my life. That didn't happen either. When I first started submitting the poetry that I had been writing all my life, I hoped for immortality. That one day, my voice would be remembered by people, like Emily Dickinson's. On my 23rd year as a mother, I am not sorry about any of those losses. When I am put in the ground, I know that you will be all that is left of me. You and your children will carry on my story and my memories. As I look at my own mother's photo today, I hope that you will see me and remember me with lots of laughter and good times, as well as a few tears. That you will remember all the silly things I do and the fun we have together. All of the days at work, I really wish I could be home with you. As for my writing and the words I leave for others, I hope it will remind you that I never gave up. No matter how many times, I was met with rejection, I kept submitting until I achieved a level of success. The best part of all of this is knowing that you are proud of me. Maybe my years of trials and recovery have taught you to be resilient. Life will push you down over and over again, but even when the rains pours on you, you can always get back up. The sun will be out tomorrow, and your Heavenly Father will come to your aid. I love you all so very much.
Love always,
Mom
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
My 2nd life
The news hasn't been announced publicly yet, but it's not a secret either. I have been asked to join the staff of Tiger's Eye Press as a assistant editor. This will not replace my day job, but will be more a labor of love in my spare time at home. However, I am very very excited for this opportunity to learn, and to contribute to the wider world of poetry in new ways. I love poets!
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