Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.



My 25th

Committed to writing more this year! A good start is my new journal, a gift from my daughter. This begins my 25th year of keeping a journal. An accomplishment I am very proud of! #StartSomethingWonderful


Through fallen hair I peered at him as I awoke on the floor of his dorm, his chin was abnormally chiseled like a Greek god. Real, yet not real at all.

All I could do was ask “What have you done Esther, what in God’s name have you done?”

The urge to empty my gut became as real as regret. Despite limbs of lead, I sluggishly walked to the bath and relieved myself the burden of drink and promptly collapsed again, sliding ungraciously onto the dirty tiled floor.

So this is it I suppose, my freshman year at university. I thought I was smarter than this, after all, the scores said I was.


Slipped up words
coagulated her,
forming a clot
that could not thin
the pace of
yesterday’s clock.

Time was only
a factor in a race
she never
marred by absent

Twisted thoughts
of a bitten lip
jolted her,
electrified her
causing her gold ring
to tarnish.







My Father’s Laugh

My Father’s Laugh
Grey at the temples
is a recent thing.
Before he was all
ash brown hair
with a mustache
that put Tom Selleck’s to shame.
His laugh though…
I didn’t hear it often,
that’s what made it memorable,
the rarity of it.
It mirrored his sister’s.
At family gatherings
we tried,
in vain,
to copy it,
without success.