How was your Mother’s Day?
What are you reading?
What are you eating?
What are you buying?
What is making you smile?
Good. Took Mom to Zaxby’s. Small town. Not much open. She enjoyed her salad. Told me it was the thought that counted. I guess fancy doesn’t matter sometimes.
Kinfolk magazine
Protein bar
Browsing my favorite boutique The House of Ford out of Greenville
A sweet text message I didn’t expect.
Your turn?
Mom
The one
Who will
Still kiss
Boo boos
Tell the truth
Yet still remind
You everyday
Not to mention
Her idiosyncrasies
They will soon
Become your own
Happy Mother’s Day
Who am I
I’m still meeting me
These past few years
Are still teaching me
That all the money
And fame
Might bring attention
But seeking attention
For attention’s sake
Will leave one
With a lonely heart
A starved soul
A warped mind
And a lost sense of self
The numbers on this blog
Leave me speechless each day
Because too often
I’ve let the world
Determine my worth
And when that happens
Turmoil erupts
Like angered volcanoes
I don’t know
Much
But I know this
I must trust God
Over everything else
Even if
Even when
It’s an hourly struggle
Lacing up
Those tennis shoes
Freedom in
The feet
In the street
As each step
Brings my body
Back to a place
I can be
Proud of now
And forevermore
Favorite hobbies?
Random fact about you?
Favorite magazine?
Favorite author?
Favorite book?
Reading, writing, thrifting
I like to doodle
Vogue or Tatler
Tolstoy
Too many
Your turn?
A little smile
A big hug
A joy
That isn’t spoken
In simplicity
An ordinary life
Becomes extraordinary
Not because
What we want
Changes
But how
We approach it
Shifts
And we realize
That as
My hands
Are occupied
My mind
Can’t wander
Down the rabbit hole
Swimming in a sea
Of tulle and jewels
Regal Red
Corseted Back
Diamond Brooch
Pearl studs
Gold slingbacks
The best accessory
The smile
That steals
The global community’s
Heart
