The Tongue Twister

He talked so fast his tongue did lag.

Fell out of his mouth and on the ground behind him it dragged.

But still he kept blathering, his mouth frothing as he blabbered on…

I began to feel like I was a part of his game, albeit a mere pawn.

As he advanced towards his goal, and with each step he took,

I suddenly realized: I was in the presence of a crook!

But did he stop? No! Not even when

His tongue grew so long it started to curl back towards him again.

All slimy and twirling around his feet it did go.

Stumbling and tripping, but would he stop? No!

And then with a crash! And a boom! (What a farce!)

He kept right on going despite having fallen straight down on his arse.

But then it happened…even he had to regret

When his tongue wound so high, so tight, ’twas now a noose ’round his neck.

With his last lying breath, contorted there on the ground,

I wanted to help, but by his own lies he was now bound.

Once the words had come out he could not get them back in.

His endless verbal spewing had indeed got the best of him.

If only he had paused, took a breath, and just listened.

Considered, and pondered, and thought instead of insisted.

If he could have truly heard what others had to say,

Then maybe the Tongue Twister would not have ended up this way.

Her Ugly Boots

Cracked, patchy, leathery boots.

Painfully squeeeezing, shin-high boots.

Can’t rip them off, they’re tied too well.

Those horridly shocking, terrifyingly atrocious, plain ugly boots.

I wanted to rip them off her

It hurt to look at them

Those heavy, heart-breakingly ugly boots.

—july 2019

Snow? White?

A card from my sons after my first fitness competition 💛

Note to self: Quit assuming those of the same fairer sex have anything more in common with you than what’s visible on the outside.

Note to self, part deux: Quit letting the above fact irritate you—Like, I’m not kidding. Obviously, they can take a punch just as easily as you can give it, verbal or otherwise…why else would they have stepped in the ring with you, after all? 🙂

Some days all news is good news. Other days, it’s a toss up—just don’t toss it all out in the trash too soon.


Today I choose to end on the good, and applaud grown-up me on the ability to forgive, both the surely unintended dismissal/slight I felt I received from a professional in their field, as well as myself for allowing someone I care deeply for to be put in a hurtful/distressing situation.

We ALL deserve to be treated better.

On to bigger and better things—like tub baths, happy children, clean sheets, full bellies, and making progress on health reports—we should ALL be so lucky 🍀

Thankful each day for the choices we made.