Where I am Me

09 Oct 2013 2 Comments

by randee in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

Step058

Across the threshold

Through the door

Back to reality.

I’ve been away

For just a day

To a place

Where I am me.

No obligations

Nor expectations

Commitment

And agenda free.

Here I am mom,

Teacher, colleague,

Companion, neighbor,

Friend.

But what am I

If none of these?

Anonymous,

I contend.

And

So I step

Through this door

Back to reality.

Back to the place

Where I am known

Where I am known

As me.

The Button Pusher

18 Sep 2013 6 Comments

by randee in Personal Essay, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , ,

The pole on the street corner concealed her body, her hands the only evidence of her presence as they clutched the rounded handles of the umbrella stroller before her.

He sat, seemingly complacent, his two little mitts steadying a small cup in his lap, the straw protruding almost to his lips.

Traffic zoomed by as I sat in the left-hand turn lane.

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MOM

27 Aug 2013 3 Comments

by randee in Personal Essay Tags: , , ,

My mom came to town last weekend for a quick visit, arriving on Friday afternoon and leaving early Sunday morning. She’s 71, but she’s a Wyoming girl. It’s no big deal for her to drive seven hours to get somewhere and then, two days later, drive those seven hours back.

She knew before she came that she’d be plopped right into the middle of our lives— More