Me and My Best Friend

As you may have noticed, my readers, I have not been posting much since the end of NaPoWriMo. I am still very much involved in creating poetry, art, and the like, but some other big things are happening in my personal life right now that are demanding my attention.



I will soon be getting married to my best friend. We do have a bit of a fairy tale romance. We met in college more than twenty-five years ago and have been friends all this time. Last summer, we had a conversation that changed the direction of both our lives. We’d both been dating and hating it – all the getting-to-know-you stuff, the desire to be loved and to love, the awkwardness of the early phases of dating. We finally realized that the only reason we hadn’t dated each other was simply geographic in nature. We currently live six hours apart (by car obeying all posted speed limits). 

We began dating last August and from that very first date, I began falling in love with my best friend. We had the kind of comfort with each other that only comes from knowing one another for so many years. Neither of us felt the need to try to impress the other. We were just ourselves. For the first time in my life, I was able to let all the walls down because I was out with a man that I trusted. All of the pieces began falling into place. My children love him. My parents love him (a FIRST for me). Most importantly, I love him. He is that missing link that I’ve been searching for and I could not be happier. 

As I mentioned, we will be getting married soon. The date is a secret for now, but it will be happening before too much longer. I have already resigned from my job here as a public school teacher and am packing up my belongings to move the six hours northeast to live with him. For the next several weeks, I expect to be busy (overwhelmed?) with the process of planning, packing, and moving. I will attempt to make regular posts here to keep you, my reader, informed and perhaps entertained with tales along the journey. 

For now, peace and love to all – 



Summer Romance

**This is a poem I wrote in February, 2010, while at the NC Center for the Advancement of Teaching. The final lines are from Adrienne Rich’s poem “Diving into the Wreck”. The initial image came from a free-write that we did while exploring a teenage memory. The story that emerges had a life all its own! (This was originally posted on this site in October, 2010.)

Deep, dark tans require long hours

Of soaking up the sun while

Covered in thick layers of coconut oil.

Like bees to honey

The teenage boys are attracted to the scent.

A boy carrying a beer meets a girl carrying a camera and

A trashy novel in which his name appears.

And lust – or maybe even love – run rampant

On the sandy shores.

That’s how we met – you and I

On that steamy, sweaty Saturday in June.

And here we are today

On this chilly November Tuesday

A lifetime of beachfront memories

Windblown and weak

From the hurricanes of life.

We are, I am, You are

By cowardice and courage

The ones who find our way back to this scene

Carrying a knife, a camera, a book of myths

In which our names do not appear.

The Day after NaPoWriMo…

…was a quiet day at my house. I was exhilarated that I was able to complete NaPoWriMo and took a moment to sit back and reflect on some of what I’d written. I began asking myself, “What next?”

My question was answered when I went to the mailbox that afternoon. My next project had arrived.

I was surprised to see how small the sketchbook actually is. It’s smaller than the books I’ve used as art journals before. I set the sketchbook on my table and left it there. And it’s been there taunting me ever since, daring me to mark it up. But mark it up, I will! And I will document this journey into my “art” here. Buckle up – it’s going to be another roller coaster ride!