Adventures in Imperfection · Life is a Highway

If You’re Afraid of a Journey, Don’t Buy Shoes

Each weekday, my son is up and out the door at 5:30 a.m. for Washburn Football work-outs. Even though he’s responsible for his alarm, the mama in me still sets a Kramer just in case. Dane didn’t need prompted to get out of bed this morning, but I did. I’d planned to run, water the… Continue reading If You’re Afraid of a Journey, Don’t Buy Shoes

Guest Posts · Lil Mama's Love Letters

Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins

“and Anna begins to fade away.” ~Counting Crows, “Anna Begins“ I think I’m going to stop writing about you. It’s not like you ever read my work anyway. Not like it ever truly mattered to you. Or I ever mattered. Truly. To you. I always wanted you to read. You knew this. And you would… Continue reading Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins

Guest Posts · Lil Mama's Love Letters

Hey You: A Guest Post by Lizzi Rogers

I smile, so huge; grinning in the low light My eyes soaking up your form Your perfection; so soft, So smooth, so warm So coconut good; a Gorgeous Shrine “Hey, You” Our eyes catch and lock; hearts still stuttering Fingers tracing symphonies on my skin Still amazed by what happened – Letting new truth sink… Continue reading Hey You: A Guest Post by Lizzi Rogers

Guest Posts · Life is a Highway

“If you’re afraid of a journey, don’t buy shoes”

“It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Thank you Michelle for inviting Words for the Weekend to join in your “Life is a Highway” series! We’re honored to be featured with so many talented writers and friends. We hope you enjoy… Continue reading “If you’re afraid of a journey, don’t buy shoes”

Guest Posts · Life is a Highway

Whiskey Nights

twenty-one fresh and fragile I snuck into my mother’s makeup drawer threw on some name brand mask and clunked across the living room floor in the in-between life was lived in the car seat with the cigarette burns sidewalks under yellow street lamps in the shakes and pours of whiskey nights I met him among… Continue reading Whiskey Nights