From Passion to Love

Steal an extra moment,

As your eyes meet mine tonight.

Move hands a little slower;

Let’s give in to what feels right.

Taste me a little deeper,

As my tongue makes way for yours.

Listen, closely, as our bodies meet,

For you’ll realize…

Your heart roars.


The Depth of Words, in a Broken World

We knew each other through words. The notes, the thoughts, the feelings spoken out loud. You and I had the verses that could stop time, or so I thought. The harsh reality of the world we live in, a world with no understanding or place for our words ruptured everything we were made of before we could so much as whisper our goodbyes.

Our words raged at the world that fought against us, but they raged separately. Your words became song, and mine recorded themselves in black and white. You let everyone hear you, in the way that you were so terrified to do at first. I was relieved that our words weren’t stolen from us so long ago. But, your words had never softened. Neither had mine. And so, my words spoke to yours once again…

The responses were short and eventually disappeared altogether. I realized that, though our words were our shielded way of managing the years, they served very different purposes. You don’t ever want to think, do you? Your words blanket your mind, disallowing any of the hurt. You crawl into your solitude to blast lyrics so loud that your mind can’t process anything that could possibly break you. You sing to the masses because you refuse to make the sound touch you personally. Because, then…You’d have to feel it all.

Words could never blanket me, nor would I ever desire to live in that state. I need to think. I need someone to give me the soul-piercing truth that leaves me hanging off of the edge and screaming at the top of my lungs. I want the harshest form of reality, and I crave to feel every moment of it. Eyes on me, uncovering the questions I’ve been forced to bury with concrete burden…and discovering every single answer. That will be the moment that my words served purpose—the moment I finally find my closure.


Tie me to the bedpost.

Just kidding; I’ll make the bed.

Build me up for no set plans.

But, who needs to get ahead?

Take me out to dinner.

Nonsense; I’ll make it myself.

Show the world my cherished words.

No need; my family’s my wealth.

Send me to the spa today.

Nah, sweatpants make much more sense.

You told me I was valuable.

But, I always knew what you meant.


I dance to the familiar song you are calling, only to be faced with the person you have become in the years that have tainted your soul. To speak to you is to bury my dreams, as I am answered with the ghosted wind of my memories that have frozen in time. You look at me like an object now, when I recall you as my world. I want to know everything, and you only want what you could take and discard, yet again. It’s like I’m burning in front of you, and you’re turning your face to avoid the glare. My feelings are a burden, as the past has turned to stone that I see as eternal and you see as depth and heaviness. I cannot stop the flow of tears, and you are quick to pepper each and every salty drop. You have chosen to use our past as a weapon , but my heart was speared the moment I turned my back. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t wonder what my life would have been, but I pulled through to maintain the world that enveloped me. We are here now, so many years later. Oceans spill from my eyes, and words seep from my soul. You stand before me, a rigid, bitter form of the man that I departed. Each day, each night, I try to break through your concrete barrier. I throw myself, like a ping pong ball, back and forth through the tunnel of forgiveness and anger. My heart is conflicted with what I know and what is placed before me. To break through your barrier is to sell that piece of my soul that I’ll never get back—the part that I held onto when my back turned and the sobs began, and continued, for years to come. To lose that piece of me is to give it all up. And, each night, I hear that familiar song….

Spaghetti Squash Hash Browns

  1. ½ med., pre-cooked spaghetti squash
  2. 1 egg
  3. ¼ cup chives
  4. ¼ tsp. garlic powder
  5. Salt and pepper, to taste
  6. ½ cup cheddar cheese

Remove the spaghetti squash from its shell, and pat dry w/ a towel to remove access moisture. Place in a lg. mixing bowl, and add all but the last ingredient. In a lg. skillet, fry the mixture over med. heat. Stir and flip for about 10 min. until it is golden brown. Top w/ cheese.

Veggie Potato Soup

  • 6 med. potatoes, cubed
  • 1 med. carrot, thinly sliced
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • ½ stick butter, cubed
  • 43.5 oz. veg. broth
  • 1 clove minced garlic
  • 1 tsp. dried thyme
  • ¾ tsp. salt
  • ¼ tsp. dried marjoram
  • ¼ tsp. pepper
  • ¼ cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 ½ cups half and half
  • 1 cup frozen peas, thawed

In a 5 qt. slow cooker, combine all but the last 3 ingredients. Cover, and cook on low for 5-6 hrs. or until veg. are tender. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour and half and half until smooth. Add this, as well as the peas, to the slow cooker. Cook on high for 30 min. or until slightly thickened.