A few months ago I joined a Master Gardeners class offered by my local extension office. It takes place in a building that used to be part of a camp I once attended. It was used as a mess hall and once a week a dance hall for the camping kids. During classes I sitContinue reading “Garden Club”
Author Archives: K. Lawrence
Family Tree
They chopped it down. Moving throughThat land between two riversIn stampedesOf angry growling machines-Hell bent on profitable purpose And a desire to burnThose softGreenblanketed hillsTurning the dirt over,Into the kind of green-which burned inside their pockets To them it was just a tree-A 100 year old oak,Firmly planted,In a 20 acre spreadBought and paid for-byContinue reading “Family Tree”
Does Tabitha’s Coffee Get Cold?
I can’t count the number of times that I’ve started to write and then found something to clean. Get my area ready, coffee poured and then I find that I need to clean the litter box or an animal needs feeding and their feeding area needs to be cleaned. The floor needs sweeping, the dishesContinue reading “Does Tabitha’s Coffee Get Cold?”
Grandma’s School of Decorating
It’s late and I’m writing. I wish I knew why I can’t seem to write during the day while the kids are at school and my husband is at work. No, the words can’t start flowing until after 10pm. When I’m teetering on the edge of sleep happiness. I feel as though I’m preparing forContinue reading “Grandma’s School of Decorating”
Seed Starter
(A poem I wrote while starting seeds with my toddler) I love the feeling of seed starter dirt. All loamy and grit. Pulling apart tiny seeds so small they fit inside my fingernail tip, this might be a meal come late summer. I tell my boy, Dig into the dirt. Feel it on your tinyContinue reading “Seed Starter”
Consumption
It did not creepslowly,like a spiderafter her struggling prey.More like a fifteen pound bowling ball,Thundering towardslazy fat pinsunable to move. The disease flowedthrough shiny silver cansDripping with cold sweat It pouredout of beautifully crafted glass bottles Liquids of gold,Burning amber,And fizzy bubbling blush Liquid courage,it shredded our family tree,into paper confetti.Scrapbooks full of memories,no oneContinue reading “Consumption”
Preparing for Crap-mas
It’s coming. That most wonderful time of the year. And like every year I’m doing everything I can to make it through…and it’s really pissing me off. Every year I request less crap and every year my requests fall on deaf ears. Every one truly believes that they are going to get me the oneContinue reading “Preparing for Crap-mas”
My Life Isn’t Pretty All The Time And That’s Okay
When I first started this blog it was to help me keep writing. To exercise that muscle of creativity. It was also because I had just graduated college with a journalism degree and I really didn’t know what to do with it in a small town where no one was hiring. I’m still not sureContinue reading “My Life Isn’t Pretty All The Time And That’s Okay”
Baby Brain is real.
I have forgotten what it’s like to have such a small baby. My third child. A surprise son when I thought I was done. Cool, a rhyme. Like the baby books I now read all the time. I sit here trying to remember how to type. Trying to remember how to make the brain doContinue reading “Baby Brain is real.”
Does This Blog Make Me A Writer?
I’ve let this whole project/blog/thing fall by the wayside, haven’t I? In the past few months I’ve really considered shutting the whole thing down. But something always makes me pause and want to start again. I write a few things and save them in my ever expanding draft file. Then life gets in the wayContinue reading “Does This Blog Make Me A Writer?”
A Hermitess 