Originally posted on BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog:
By Beth Morrow I made a new acquaintance recently who, in his days before three kids, a job in administration, and a divorce, had been an active and productive writer. He lauded me each evening for having sat down during this pandemic to flesh out the essays in…
Do not be the concrete pier
anchored firmly in the mud
Do not be the path ahead
that falters in the flood
Watch this! Spirit commanded with a shout
as sentient beings lumbered out
of their hibernations where
their skins had become pale and fair
Sometimes we need to take
one step back
from the chaos
in the world
Our last class discussion
to calming the fears
of eleven year olds
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
Yesterday I mentioned that we’re slowly (or quickly, depending on perspective) closing in on the 6 month anniversary of when I lost my hubby to prostate cancer.
The number one, unquestionable lesson I’ve learned is…
On the 15th of October, around 10:25 a.m., I’ll be observing an anniversary of sorts that only a select group of people can fully comprehend and connect with. And one that only I internalize.
is non-billable therapy for
Thanks for being you. I know you don’t know I’ve been writing about P’s death, because I’ve only told J.