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Written Word Wednesday: NaPoWriMo Day 25

Dear Readers,

Soon I plan on writing a post that better addresses my return to the blogging world, but for today’s confines of time and “cares” (substitute more colorful language if you wish) given, this is what I’ve got.

For now, I’ll just come back slowly, with a very very rough draft of a poem in celebration of National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo for short.

Today is technically Day 26 of NaPoWriMo, but the optional prompt fits a poem I wrote over a decade ago, and I wanted to stretch myself a little bit, so I’m using yesterday’s prompt.

To summarize, the prompt asks

to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

So here’s what I’ve got. (Remember, it’s extremely rough.)

This is the beginning of me processing through writing the passing of my dear doggie Dexter. (And yes, he did actually die on an autumn day.) I started about a week after he died, but couldn’t finish, so this was nice and therapeutic for me. Enjoy (or not…I’m not forcing you to do anything), and I’ll be back soon with a happier, lighter topic!

To Unassuming Returns,


The Space of an Autumn Day


My Autumn Day

smells like calm after getting the news of your kidneys failing,

your head leaning on my chest,

breath warm against my face,

long black fur fuzzy and soft beneath my fingers.

Dex and Gem

It smells like the pumpkin patch

where you went through slowly, exhausted from your body not cooperating.

It smells like sudden sadness

When I fed you a hot dog from the stand,

Thinking it might be one of the last times I’d get to treat you.


The fragrance trapped in the space of that cornflower blue jar

is so much more than “crisp red apple,

Green fig, white birch, cedar”

Like it reads on the bottom.

It’s eleven and a half years together

coming to an end,

it’s giving you a modified sponge bath,

half-joking that “I don’t want you to get kicked out of heaven

for being stinky.”

It’s one last hurrah,

Summoning strength to give us the gift

Of a beautiful walk, your spirit strong,

Determined to get through the woods,

Across the street,

Dip your toes in the water,

Fall breeze heralding a storm,

But holding off for three more days.


It’s the scent

of taking you in my arms,

telling you of the wonderful memories we’d collected,

not just during the year,

but during the span of your entire wonderful life,

telling you it’s okay

and that I was right here

while you shook with violent spasms,

most likely convincing myself more than you

not to be afraid.

It’s the scent

of lighting Autumn Day

on what would’ve been your 13th birthday,

remembering your sweet soul,

your head leaning on my chest,

breath warm against my face,

long black fur fuzzy and soft beneath my fingers.


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Written Word Wednesday: My Own Truth

*taps microphone* Ahem…ahem.  Is this thing on???

Dear Readers!!!

I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty with this whole writing a blog post thing, so this may be a bit sloppy.  BUT, I am writing, and that is something. How have you all been? I know for me it has been almost a full year and a half since I’ve written anything, and boy, has my life been a whirlwind since I last wrote!

I have to say that I’ve been out of sorts for awhile.  Those who know me know how much I love reading and writing. I don’t think I’ve written anything significant since at least September of last year (it’s most likely longer). It is almost March–three months into 2016–and I have yet to finish my first book of the new year (I’m about halfway through). Not good enough, I say. Not. Good. Enough.

Mr Lemoncello Library
If any of you were curious, here’s the book I’m halfway done with. It’s marked as ages 8-12, and honestly, that’s all I can deal with right now. It’s been quite entertaining so far, though!

I’ve been trying to get the willpower up to do a new blog post for at least the last several months. A couple days ago, inspiration struck. I saw a link on The Daily Post, and I immediately thought, “Okay. I’m ready to start blogging again”:

Emerson Blast of a Trumpet
BAM. There it is. If any of you have been following me since the beginning of my blog where the background was the Sticky Notes on my desktop, you’d know why this spoke to me so much.

Probably since around October or November, I’ve hit what some might call a quarter-life crisis.  Problem is, I’m 8 years past the quarter-life crisis age.  I was basically given an ultimatum to figure out the ONE SPECIFIC THING I wanted to do with my life. No Plan B-Z. No different paths to choose from. No “umbrella” goal where I can branch out into different possibilities.  “It’s too many options,” my ultimatum-giver (who shall remain nameless) said.  “Nothing else has worked so far, so it’s time to put all your eggs in one basket and just go for it.”

So I’ve gone on a sometimes-painful, sometimes-exhausting, always-terrifying soul search these last several months.

Truth? I’ve come up pretty empty. I started a Pinterest board entitled “Who I Want to Be”, and I have to admit I almost broke down in tears because I couldn’t come up with one single pin for at least a month. (That’s saying a lot, considering that I have a total of over 8,000 pins for all my other boards. So yeah, obviously no problems there.) I’m nearly done with the newest edition of “What Color is Your Parachute?” (this is the third time I’ve attempted to finish this book over the years, and this time is the closest I’ve gotten to actually finishing it), and that’s helping a bit. We’ll see where that goes.

Loooooooooong story short, after nearly 34 years of life, I’ve come back to the horrifying question of “Who Am I?”.

I thought I knew. I came out of college, a bit overconfident in my success of figuring out what I wanted to do, while others my age had no freaking clue what they wanted to do or who they wanted to be.

Now I’m struggling with that.

What I do know–the one, universal thing; the compass that has remained true for what I feel has been my entire life–is that I love words.  I have always loved words, and I will always love words.  So that’s a start.  Let’s start with that, and go from there, shall we?

Here are some of my favorite quotes. My “trumpet blasts”, if you will:

Another Emerson quote:

What is Success?

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.


This one is my very favorite Martin Luther King, Jr. quote. Confession: I first came upon it while reading Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl’s “Beautiful Creatures”. But I loved it so much that I’ve been strongly considering getting it as a tattoo.  I even went so far as to take some Sharpies and writing it on my thigh to see if I liked the look of it on my body. I did. 🙂

Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.

I have so many favorite quotes, but these have been the ones I’ve gone to over and over again throughout the years; the ones that give me strength; the ones I share with others time and time again. So yes, I suppose you could say these are my “Bible verses” of sorts.

Now comes the hard part: my own truth. The message I’d like to share and have others put in their inspirational journals. Well, I think that would take a lot of searching through my old journals and poems. For now, I’ll leave these quotes from a poem I wrote during my whirlwind last year, when a lot of my writing came from when I was a mentor for kiddos (more specifics later):

I’ll be a warrior of confidence,
turn the careful stippling on of my face paint
into a definitive slap so forceful
that wet specks splatter onto my eyelashes,
and I don’t blink.


an arrogant sword is made stronger
by tempering it with humility


I think at this point in my life, those two speak to my truth more than anything right now.  I’m striving to be confident. In so many aspects of my life: myself, my future, my goals, my opinions. I’m not there yet, but I hope to work on getting to that “definitive slap” level.

As far as the arrogance, I’d like to think I’m far from that. But I’ve run into a lot of arrogant people, and I hope to bring them the humility to temper their arrogant sword.

And there it is!  Whoa! A completed blog post! My first in almost a year and a half. I’m going to click publish now, before I lose the nerve.

But before I do that, some questions to answer in the comments:  what is YOUR own truth? What are your favorite quotes that get you through life?  What are you struggling with right now?  Are you going through a crisis of some sort?  Do you know what you want to do with your life?  What inspires you?  Or if anything, just give me a big ol’ hello and let me know how it’s going. I’ve missed you all. ❤

To Finding Your Own Truth,



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Written Word Wednesday: Just Getting Something on the Page

A friend of mine, both in real life and in the blogging world (check out her blog, The Glittered Pterodactyl.  It’s pretty spiffy!), is an inspiration to me because she practices her craft on a regular basis.  I love her artwork, even though it’s “just” the ones in her art journal.  For reals, guys, if she made them into prints and/or notecards?  I would easily run out of money.

Why am I bringing this up?  Well, for one, I really do think her artwork is awesome.  Secondly, I’ve been a bad writer lately.  I’ve fallen out of the habit of practicing my craft.  I used to make it a point to write in my journal at least ten minutes a day, and if it wasn’t that, then at least do a blog post.  Obviously I haven’t been doing well on the latter, but I’m just so disappointed in myself that I’ve (in my mind) turned my back and ignored one of the things I love the most.

Today I hope to break that cycle.  I’m not feeling inspired, but I did make a goal for myself to post every day this week, and I also miss writing.  So I’m going to respond to one of the daily prompts from The Daily Post (just fyi it’s not the current one–it’s a few days back).  I’m going to warn you right now:  it’s not my best, by any means, and I’m not putting much effort into it.  That’s why I’m not going to do a pingback, because I would be ashamed to put my rushed work amongst those who have put a lot more into it.

But I wrote something.  And for that I’m damn proud.  Here it is!


Greetings, Stranger

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

I felt like a glutton, double-fisting a sour cream lemon bar and tuxedo mocha.  It had been a long time since I’d treated myself to something that actually involved spending any money.  While placing my order, I told myself that I’d savor the mini luxuries, making both last for as long as I could.

I failed at the first bite and sip, trying to figure out how much and how quickly I could fit into my maw without choking.  I must’ve looked like the beginnings of a soft core porn, coffee dribbling down my neck and forming a muted caramel-colored circular stain on the white-and-lavender polka dot scarf I threw on in an attempt to look equal parts sophisticated and artsy, streusel crumbs sticking to my lip glossed smirk.

With as much decorum as I could muster, I grabbed the balled-up napkin I used as a coaster and dabbed at the corners of my lips before I responded.

“Have you, now?  And who sent for me?”

He takes his right hand out of his pocket and extends it towards mine to shake, his left hand displaying a text conversation.

“You said Violet, right?  Is this you?”

I glance quickly at his phone, skimming the important pieces and careful not to linger too much on what was obviously a private affair.  My eyes focus on the last two lines:

NMAllen:  7PM at Central Perk sound good?

ViVaVoom: Perfect.  See you there.

I think about this, look at my watch–6:55.  Wow.  Punctual.

“Hate to tell you this, dude, but one, I’m married, and two, I don’t even have a Tinder account.  For obvious reasons.  Good luck, though.”

Before he had the chance to look embarrassed, an obviously-extroverted woman burst through the door, red hair seeming to glow with the intensity of neon, bangles making a metallic clanking song with her movement.


“Nope.  Neil Matthew.  My last name is Allen.”

“Either way, I’m pretty sure you’re who I’m looking for.  I’m Vivian Vanessa?  ViVaVoom?”

The stranger looks relieved, and gives Vivian a warm hug.  “Ha!  Isn’t it crazy how we never even double-checked each others’ names?  Oh well.  We’re both here now.  Shall we?”  He opens up his elbow in a window for Vivian to insert her arm.  “Sorry about the mix up,” he says, tilting his head my way.

“Understandable.  Have fun!” 

As I watch them sit down to a table of their own, I giggle behind my cup, and resolve to try to make the last drops count.  Who knew what other potential amusement could happen in the next few minutes?

To Pushing Through It!


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Written Word Wednesday: Crossroads (Daily Post Prompt)

From The Daily Post:

Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CROSSROADS.

Isn’t it interesting how certain prompts come at just the right time?  This feels like one of those times.  Then again, I have the feeling that no matter what point of life I was at, this prompt would be appropriate.  People are always going through transitions, making decisions that create changes that are both big and small.

Right before I sat down to write this post, I replied to an email from a friend I hadn’t heard from in about three years.  We (actually I) reestablished contact about a month ago, and our subsequent back and forths, though slow to come, have been consistent.

I’m not gonna lie.  Those three years of no contact were rough.  This was a person whom I’ve considered one of my very best friends for over ten years.  To have a contact and confidant like that taken away can be quite the shock to system, and I was no exception.

That brings me to today’s prompt.

I’ve contemplated leaving the relationship, the attachment I had to this friend, leaving behind the memories of the past since they were too painful to recall.

One of the biggest strengths I think I possess, at least when it comes to my relationships, is that I’m fiercely loyal.  Sometimes, though, I’m loyal to a fault.  I stay loyal even when I’ve been hurt, long after the other person in the relationship remains loyal to me.  Perhaps it’s because I’ve moved so much in my life so I fight hard to have any semblance of a constant in my life, including relationships.  Maybe it was something I was taught–after all, my family comes with me everywhere and I remain loyal to them, even though we inevitably get on each other’s nerves.  Maybe loyalty is just in my nature–I give what I expect in return.

Unfortunately, I don’t always get that loyalty in return, and I feel as if that was the case in this friendship.  Somehow, somewhere along the line, distance took its toll and contact was broken.  Keep in mind, the friendship was long distance for years already, and that didn’t seem to cause problems in the past.  I don’t think it was really a transgression on anybody’s part; I just think laziness set in and there simply wasn’t enough care to keep in contact.  I’m guilty of the same when it comes to other friendships, I must admit, but I’ve been trying to make up for it.

Pros and Cons:  Ah, the ever-popular pro and con list.  I’ve been known to write pro-con lists many pages long, especially when it came to big decisions.  Weirdly enough, though, I didn’t write one for this particular big decision.  I think putting the words onto paper would make it real that I really thought hard about ending a relationship that had meant so much to me.  I just don’t think I was ready to face that quite yet.  But here I am, and here I go:


  1. The freedom of letting go and not allowing the situation hurt me any longer.
  2. Letting the other person move on with their life (which I don’t think I need to try so hard to do, as it seems as if they’ve moved on long ago).
  3. Learning that I’m strong enough to let go.


  1. Pain.  Lots.
  2. The lingering knowledge of how I could’ve tried harder to save it, and feeling like maybe I failed.
  3. Not having that friend in my life anymore (again, not that this person is much a part of my life anymore anyway).

Have you made up your mind?  You know, every time I think I’ve made up the decision to leave, memories of how good the friendship was come and attack my mind, and my loyalty gives in and I can’t quite let go.  Horrible, isn’t it?

What will you choose?  I’ve chosen to work on reworking the relationship in a way that I’m not left disappointed.  This was largely inspired by the advice my hubby gave me when I told him how frustrated and hurt I was by the situation.  I’m learning to let go of any expectations, seeing any contact at all as a pleasant surprise.  And you know what?  It’s been working.  The sting of it all is slowly going away, and I’m keeping my propensity to care too much in check.  This makes for some highly impersonal emails from me, and that’s just going to have to be okay for the time being, and possibly even forever.  And if contact is lost again?  I will be thankful for the gift, and (try to) graciously let it go in love.


I have so many other things I’m considering letting go, and maybe I’ll discuss them at a later time.  This was just the first thing that came to mind.  🙂

To Learning How to Let Go Gracefully,


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“Written Word” Wednesday Twofer, Part 2: Songs from the Unknown

The second part of my twofer, as promised, is much more fun than my unknowingly-therapeutic first part.

Remember when I said I was going to try to reach out more, and that I found some great link ups?  Well, here’s one of them.

Elizabeth at Southern Finesse (isn’t that a great name for a blog?) came up with a series called “Songs From the Unknown”.  Being someone who usually ends up liking songs from an album that aren’t singles, I thought this was the perfect link up.  I found some fun new songs to add to my iTunes wish list through this link up too, so that was pretty cool.  Anyhow, let’s just jump right in, shall we?

unknownsongsbutton-linkupBasically, these songs are hidden gems that were never released as singles.  I checked to make sure by Wikipedia-ing the discography for the artists.  Other than that, no other rules.  I’ve found that the others who’ve linked up chose to do relatively well-known bands/artists.  I think that’s mostly because it’s one of those things where you can say, “You know them for THIS song, but have you ever heard THIS one?  No?  Then check it out!”  But I don’t see why you couldn’t do relatively-unknown artists, too.

Unfortunately this link up closes in about an hour, but I did happen to fall in love with her blog just by browsing through it, so I’d recommend following her blog if you like it, then maybe linking up your own songs from the unknown as comments on my page?  Just trying to share and be fair in all this.

Also, since it’s technically written word Wednesday, I’ll include my favorite lyrics from these songs.  I have to warn you, though, some of these I like because of the melody, not the lyrics.  So they may not be your usual introspective stuff.  🙂  Enjoy!
(Oh, P.S.?  I don’t know how to embed little players and I don’t have Spotify, so I’m going to have to bombard you with YouTube videos of these songs.  Sorry in advance.)

Format:  Arist~Song Title (Album Title)
1) Brad Paisley~Somebody Knows You Now (Mud on the Tires)

I love me some Brad Paisley.  Though I do enjoy his “sillier”, laidback songs (“I’m Gonna Miss H~r”, “Camouflage”, “Ticks”, “Online”, etc.), I generally love his “serious” songs more (all time favorite is “We Danced”, but I also love “Then” and “Letter to Me”, for example).  I’m surprised this one never made it as a single.  Also, there are two more BP songs since I love this guy so much.
Favorite lyrics:  “I can finish your thoughts / pick the right restaurants / even order for you ‘fore you sit down.” I love good wordplay!  🙂

2) Brad Paisley~Something About Her (???)

True story: this song was Trista & Ryan Sutter’s first dance song (of Bachelorette fame…they’re the original–and first–married couple from the show and they just celebrated their 10th anniversary!  Congrats Trista & Ryan!).  Before Brad Paisley was famous, he was commissioned to put a melody to the poem that Ryan read to Trista at Sea World.  I think this is the sweetest thing ever, and the melody’s so catchy!
Favorite lyrics:  “She’s every star that’s in the sky / every glimmer in my eye.” Really, though, the whole song is a win, because a guy that writes poetry just rocks in so many ways.

3) Brad Paisley~Time Well Wasted (Time Well Wasted)

Another “serious” Brad Paisley song that I love, with a wonderful message.
Favorite lyrics:  The entire freakin’ chorus.  Words to live by!  “It was time well wasted / and there’s no way I’d trade a few more dollars in my pocket that I could’ve spent / for a day that I’ll never forget / no, I didn’t get a thing done / but I sure soaked up every minute of the moment we were makin’ / and I count it all as time well wasted.”

4) Dream~How Long (It Was All a Dream)

Let’s move on to another group, shall we?  Do you remember the one (okay, two)-hit wonder that was Dream?  A girl group founded by Puff Daddy?  Better known for their singles “He Loves U Not” and “This is Me”?  If you don’t remember them, you’re probably not alone.  Blink and you miss them.  That being said, I was a very impressionable youth in 2001, and I snatched this album right up when it came out when I was in college.  I was ADDICTED to this particular track and would find myself singing it over and over again to myself as I walked between classes and sometimes in my head before I fell asleep, wondering where my true love was.
Favorite lyrics:  “I sit every night by my window just wishing / and searching for one perfect star”

5) Aaliyah~Turn the Page (Music of the Heart soundtrack)

Rest in peace, Aaliyah.  An enormous talent truly gone too soon.  I loved her voice and so many of her songs.  I have to admit I originally got this album because of *NSYNC’s contribution (yeah, I was THAT girl.  Shut up), but I fell in love with this song the moment I heard it, and it remains my very favorite song on this album.  Nice and introspective and somewhat haunting knowing this song could’ve been appropriately played at her memorial/funeral.
Favorite lyrics:  “When I look back, you’re everywhere / turn the page, you were there.”

6) Jessica Andrews~Fall Like the Rain (Ain’t That Life, unreleased album)

I’m a huge Jessica Andrews fan.  Most people know her for the single “Who I Am” (about being Rosemary’s granddaughter and such), but I also loved “Unbreakable Heart” and “There’s More to Me Than You”.  I was really bummed to find out that she had a falling out with her record company and hasn’t (to my knowledge) released another CD.  Back in the myspace days, I followed her page and saw that she had samples of an album that was never released.  This one just one of the many amazing songs on there.
Favorite lyrics:  “Fall like the rain, let it flow ’til we wash away / soaked in emotion, I drown in your touch.”

7) Jessica Andrews~Ain’t That Life (Ain’t That Life, unreleased album)

If I hadn’t mentioned it yet, this girl can saaaang!
Favorite lyrics:  “Roll the dice / it’s a comedy or tragedy / what a ride / it’s Shakespeare in the park / I love you whispered in the dark.”

…this nicely transitions into…

8) Sugarland~”Take Me as I Am” (Love on the Inside)

Man, this whole song is so amazing that I don’t know how it never became a single.  I love how, like “Ain’t That Life”, it paints such a great picture of environment.  Such an empowering song!
Favorite lyrics:  Probably some of my favorite lyrics of all time because it rings so true to who I am.  I strongly considered turning it into a tattoo or putting it on the cover of one of my journals.“Slow to trust, but I’m quick too love / I push too hard and I give too much / I ain’t saying I’m perfect, but I promise I’m worth it.”

9) Taylor Swift~”Untouchable” (bonus track on Fearless Platinum Edition album)

One of the few songs that Taylor didn’t write herself, this is a cover of a Luna Halo song.  I love both versions, but I think in this version you can hear the words better and the whole thing seems more poignant somehow.  I remember hitting replay several times after I heard it on the CD for the first time.  It’s catchy.
Favorite lyrics:  “In the middle of the night when I’m in this dream / it’s like a million little stars spelling out your name.”

Well, that’s all for today!  Have you guys heard any of these songs?  What’s on YOUR Songs from the Unknown list?  I’d love to know in the comments below.  And if you’re feeling nice, please follow Elizabeth’s blog.  Good karma and all.  That, and it really is an awesome blog to read!  🙂

To Bringing the Unknown into the Light!