Our “Separate” Ways (throwback)


I was younger,

Still a girl

Too damn smart for my own good

(I still am)

Hard headed, thus walking a

Street named desire but

I walked this lonely

Road on my own, my ears

The only ones that heard

Of my breakdown


We were only fourteen then

When he found me in the Gold Gym

So lost in my secrets

I wonder how he managed to find me

And gave me the best advice I ever knew

Made me realize that it’s not just how much you love

But how much others love you

It was just a moment, and we bounced

The basketball a while

I liked his skills, he my style

And I swear he knew me better then I did

Created a smile after he found where I hid


Now he’s good for a hi

And a bye- eyes lingering for more

Unbalanced friendship

And nothing more

We walked in the same Maine East hallway

Our “separate” ways

Just like that, like we never met

The only things left are

Tattered photographs, scribbles in my yearbook,

And a letter of apology


Maybe one day

I will walk on that street again

And someone will catch me before I fall like he did

And set me free to fly (I can tell you one thing)

I’ll remember that day in the gym till I die


Worth the Wait: Wonder Woman, an inspiration! 


When I entered the theater to see Wonder Woman I didn’t know my expectations would be exceeded so much. This movie I declare as a remarkable hit and has great life lessons beyond the magic of the theater. The movie Wonder Woman was so inspirational and absolutely brilliant. I was completely blown away, from the beginning where young Diana begins her training to going to the front to save people from suffering in the world to end all wars once she grows up and is faced with real danger. Not just because it shows woman kick butt. But because of how the iconic character of Wonder Woman brought to life by Gal Gadot. The dialogue was really well done, and Chris Pine was able to create a great character in Steven. His pack of misfits that he brings on the journey are also well developed. The movie is packed with action and brilliant cinematography. The scenes with the bath from Diana’s native land, juxtaposed with the battle scenes later in the film show the remarkable range this movie has. It’s extremely witting, intelligent, and entertaining. She says, “I’m willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves”. In this way and many others, Diana shows cunning, caring, and strength. When she is questioned, she says “I am man.” This sends a powerful message to all women about the strength that we do have as women that we need to embrace and harass to make the world a better place. Just because we cannot save the world like Wonder Woman because we don’t have her powers, doesn’t mean we can’t still to great things as regular people making a difference as strong, courageous women. The work that is so often done by men is done by one woman in this movie, and it demonstrates how that can translate to real life. We need to ignore those who believe we can’t and prove them wrong with actions, like Wonder Woman does over and over. It goes without saying that I say, Wonder Woman is a 100% worth seeing! I give it two thumbs up!

The Power of Friendship, Realized


I thought we were friends

But suddenly you possibly threw it all anyway

We were best friends

You said things…

Those comments hurt more than I thought words could.

I didn’t want that.

I did want your help.

You hurt me with your words and said you were

“expressing yourself”.

Regardless, words hurt.

Friends can break your heart too…

Maybe Saturday things will be better

Maybe Saturday things will change

For now, tears flow on their own

Because I don’t know now


But I hurt you too

And you held back on saying so

And I never knew

Until you told me

I started listening to the song

“we don’t talk anymore”

And I realized I never wanted that to be us!

We made a plan for the future

Mature adults working it out.


I was selfish and I didn’t think of you

Now I’m thinking differently

The power of friendship, realized

So, “we don’t talk anymore” can remain a song

And we remain best friends


The power of friendship


During my composition of “rough seas”

My friends were able with kindness to please

To make me smile

To believe better days

Are here to say

I’m constantly taken aback by their kindness

They remind me about hope

They are my support

And when there are rough seas

There is something much greater

The power of friendship

Ode to my English Class: Enormous Wings and Things to Carry


Ode to Gadies and Lettermen

To sitting across from a complete stranger on August 26th

And reading “Hills like White Elephants”

Ode to Nicole the page princess

Ode to Liz Marie the 1st spiritual leader, blunt and fierce

To the chalkboard and that darn desk that is always loose

To the window that displays only a moment in time

Ode to Civil Peace, Building fires, and Sweat

Ode to living out a Saturday night live skit

For drinking water, coffee, or chocolate milk

And listening to Nick’s wise insight about a story

Or simple pride to say he man handles things

Ode to Ben for declaring a boy becomes a man at age 13

Ode to McKenzie for her insight during The Guest,

Choosing structure over freedom

Ode to Spencer for history lessons and beer critiques

To greasy lakes and Open Boats

Ode to Patrick’s memorable quote about what the blind actually see

To Paul’s open-mindedness – thank you for truly diving into the stories

And seeing so many details, giving us so much to think about

Ode to Scriveners, yellow wallpaper, red convertibles and rocking horses

Ode to Liz for being so peaceful, calm amongst the storm

To Megan for having her i-pod and head on straight, sitting in the back, a buffer

To Brian’s skepticism and humor and baseball caps

Ode to Vlad’s indifference and Antonio’s ability to answer

Questions on the flip of a dime when all seems lost

To Nell, my lucky ninja for sharing her frustration of violent video games

During the things we carried discussion

We all sat there quietly, I tried to imagine it but I just lost myself in realizing

We are not as desensitized as we may think

I foolishly went on and on talking like I had some right others didn’t

I apologize for my loudness and my annoying at times presence.

My many tangents

I apologize for calling foul and pounding on the table like the child

In The use of Force

Ode to Bill for reading

And always being able to say from beginning to end what happened

Ode to Mielas for pointing out the great depression and discussing Native Americans

Ode to chrysanthemums, happy endings, greasy lakes, cathedrals, and the guest

To Desiree’s baby and the newborn thrown…

Ode to Megan’s Solace on the side

Ode to Elly’s grace, glasses, giggle and spot on analysis

This is my Ode to Professor Davros for listening to what ever we

Had to say and for taking jokes with a gram of salt

For coming to class and getting a migraine no doubt

But for absorbing all of our babble into something that makes sense

We sit transfixed, bedazzled.

Some loud, some quiet

Some laughing some texting

Some tired, others pumped for discussions

Ode to Occurrences at Bridges, Necklaces, and Real Things

We came as ordinary people and learned where we are

And where we have been

Leaving my desk and chair I emerge towards the door, and stand realizing

“I prefer not to.”

(Memories from a great class, a poem I found that I’d like to share)

Bouts of fury, Fury of thought, and the power of Lizzie : Brave Heart


I come home and I think …

An amazing time at the mall

A cup of coffee with a friend

And a lot of steps

A good friend

A true friend

Then we watch the documentary “Brave Heart”

I feel bouts of fury,

Fury of thoughts

How could someone be so mean?

Lizzie handles her anguish and pain like a champion

She is my inspiration

To be positive and choose to succeed

“My revenge against the bullies

Is showing how far I have come in life”

Me too Lizzie!

Thank you for your powerful story

I’m sorry for your pain.

You are beautiful inside and out!

Don’t let anyone let you think differently

I draw strength from your strength and your struggle

Thank you for your beautiful soul ❤

Bigger Ears to Hear the Ants, Bigger Heart to Love All — The BFG


As a young child I remember reading this book. I remember how it made my imagination soar and how happy I was. I saw Steven Spielberg was making it into a movie that looks just like the floating, dizzy bouts of imagery thoughts I once had. I think, “Please do Roald Dahl justice.” He came through in the biggest way! My childhood imagination came to life on the screen.

“What kind of a monster are you?” Sophie asks the giant that abducts her during the witching hour from her bedroom window. As it turns out, the (later named) BFG is not. An unlikely friendship forms as Sophie makes a friend for life. Both she and the giant are lonely, but bringing them together helps qualm their pain and possibly save the world from the other giants, who, unlike the BFG, do eat people! “The other giants… are they nice like you?” Sophie asks with curiosity. The answer is no.
“Hello beautiful dream.” The BFG says this to a dream he catches, but it sums up this entire film well.

Sophie finds out about someone before her, a boy who was taken. And she says “Was the boy scared in the end? …I’m not! I’m not!” Standing up to bullies is a huge, positive message in this film and it’s displayed beautifully.

There is Sophie’s dream — such a lovely dream and desire… and the BFG’s unique language which comes from being uneducated. But, the BFG (Big Friendly Giant) hears all the secret whisperings of the world. I think you need to see it for yourself.

Hear the secret whisperings! See The BFG!