I wrote a poem called Invisibility, it is in my new book A Poet's Journey: Emotions. I wrote it because so very much of my life I have felt invisible. People tell me that I stand out and shine, yet i

  I will be your friend always, no gaps, no forgettings. Not until the mountains are worn away, and the rivers are nothing but sand and rocks, not until it thunders and lightning comes in winter or un

I love to talk about giving and receiving.  It is something about which I am always interested. There is nothing more rewarding to be a part of, whether done as a group effort or by oneself.  Often, I

  Women on the Verge is a wonderful community of women, not afraid to speak their minds, coming from all walks of life and spread over the world. All wonderful women with stories to tell, experiences

  Brian had slammed the front door with such force on his way out, it bounced back open. Deb, overcome by the tidal wave of his ignorance, fell against the perpetual pile of stuff in the dining room.

  Every morning, I’d been waking to the beauty of spring unfolding. Cherry blossoms, orange blossoms, and the songbird symphony. Smiles from my son, his natural joy sprinkled life as we moved through

Filthy dishes rose like a volcano out of the sink and overflowed to the counters, tempting me to judge Deb. My skin crawled at the mess. How was it possible to not care about the clutter and the crust

I am still learning.One of the things I have learned today is that having the right friends can make all the difference in the world.If there is a way in which I have allowed my spirit to be almost mu

Ana Gonzales Lewis (right) and her daughter Joli   Children's stories often have magical folk. Sometimes they offer the heroine three wishes. I've often thought about how best I'd use those w