Midnight Hour

On a clear night,
Snow sparkles beneath
A chaste moon,
Casting its glow upon the woods,
A quiet beauty unfolding.

The season of cleansing
Offers hope and restoration
To those who seek new beginnings,
Endless joy,
And the quiet promise of dreams.

Untouched beauty whispers
Of a time that holds
More good days to come,
An untainted promise
Of a heart’s deepest desire.

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Just Dance

As an inspiring writer, I find great joy in discovering wisdom from published authors. My latest read, Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, has been a truly sensational experience. I love how she intertwines her life experiences with insights about writing. Her sense of humor and creative teaching style have given me the freedom to let go of perfectionism.

Having grown up in a household that often demanded 110 percent, it’s been challenging to write without the looming pressure of getting everything “just right”—a mindset that often kills inspiration. Thanks to Lamott’s guidance, I’ve learned to simply type to the end, no matter how imperfect the words may be. Later, I return to my work, carefully revising and perfecting those phrases that once frustrated me. This shift in my approach has been transformative.

Years ago, a college professor recommended Bird by Bird, but I’m only now getting around to reading it. It’s been lighthearted, encouraging, and deeply impactful. One of Lamott’s quotes resonates with me: “Don’t look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.”

I’m finally learning to dance without looking at my feet—a liberating and joyful experience.

My Writing Journey

From an early age, reading and writing were essential to me. My mom taught me to read when I was four because I loved books. Writing quickly became just as natural. I kept journals, wrote poetry, and found joy in crafting words. But the real magic began when I started college. Professors encouraged my writing, I earned scholarships, and poems and articles were published. That period marked a turning point in my life.

After college, however, life took unexpected turns, and my writing was set aside. It wasn’t until one summer, when an old back injury forced me onto bed rest for weeks, that I rediscovered my passion. With only so much Netflix to watch, I turned to researching my family tree. I uncovered fascinating stories about my ancestors and decided to put it all into writing.

Shortly after, I started a family blog. I wanted a safe place to preserve my stories and memories—and honestly, I knew it would be the best way to keep my writing organized (something I’m not always great at). Since my daughter was homeschooling, I often wove the stories of our ancestors into her lessons. It was exciting to add our ancestors to her history lessons.

Over time, my blog grew beyond what I’d ever imagined. I found myself enjoying writing again. I joined writing challenges and began experimenting with poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. Today, I have over 1,500 subscribers.

Last year, my daughter gifted me a subscription to Storyworth, prompting me to share even more family history and personal stories. Soon, I’ll have a family book filled with these memories—an experience that gave me the push I needed to keep writing.

Alongside blogging, I began working on a novel, though progress has been slow. Frustration crept in, and I found myself hitting pause. During this time of reflection, I decided to pursue another master’s degree. This summer, at the age of sixty-three, this grandmother will return to school to earn a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. It’s a dream I’ve had for years.

Last year, a new language arts teacher joined our school, and we quickly became friends. She shared her excitement about her MFA program in creative writing, and her passion was contagious. Inspired by her enthusiasm, I decided to take the leap and finally pursue my long-held dream.

So, this summer, I will follow my heart’s desire once again and return to the classroom—not just as a teacher, but as a student of creative writing.

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Mountain Shadows

A southern glance to a blue silhouette
Delivers a heartfelt message:
Return home to the Ponderosa pines, to scents of vanilla.
Settle into the mountain valley,
Hike the winding trails,
Sit a spell,
Breathe in the earth’s aromas,
Listen to the mountain’s music—
Wind rustling through pine boughs,
Birdsong fills the air.
Watch shadows dance as the sun peeks through,
And wait for the forest folk to appear.

Deer grazing in a mountain meadow,
Chipmunks darting about,
And then, she emerges—
Walking with her cubs.
She hesitates, sensing your presence,
Time slows, eyes meet,
Hearts race.
She takes a step,
Then pauses,
Calling softly to her family.

Climbing to a southern exposure,
She rests while her cubs play,
Content, she purrs.
Time slips by,
Unnoticed.

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