A Hard Conversation

“Why is it so hard to get that perfect ratio of noodles to sauce?” Darren picked at his bowl of under-sauced spaghetti.

“Darren! I’m trying to have a real conversation with you!”

Kara’s frustration oozed into her words like poison. It got Darren’s attention.

“I don’t feel like talking about it, that’s all!”

“You need to talk about it!” Kara’s concern lined her face and her words alike.

Darren sighed and slumped in his chair at the table, leaving his spaghetti to fend for itself.


An Unexpected Friend

A wave of emotion crashes over me.

I don’t know why.

It’s been a good day.

These feelings are unexpected and frankly, unwelcome. I am in a public place and people are around me; this is no place to break down.

I am holding back tears from betraying my heart, but one persists and breaks through the dyke of my eye. I brush it away angrily and look around to see if anybody has noticed. Nobody has.

What a relief.

“Who cares if you’re seen crying?”

I whip my head around to my right, then to my left. Where did that voice come from? My eyes are wide with surprise.

“Behind you,” the voice says.

I turn to look and sitting directly behind me is a woman. She is smiling sweetly. Immediately I sense something about her. There’s a subtle grace about her, the way she smiles at me, the way her eyes penetrate my heart and mind. She is at peace; content. It is suddenly clear to me that this is a remarkable woman. She is a woman who shares love with everyone she meets.

“Hello.” I don’t know what else to say.

“Hi,” the woman says to me. For a moment we just stare at each other, neither of us feeling the awkwardness of the moment.

“What did you mean by that?” I say finally, looking into her glassy, green eyes. They are alive and vibrant. They are the eyes of an extraordinarily kind woman.

“I meant just what I said. Don’t be ashamed of emotion.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

I say those three words with resolve, confident I’ll keep them at heart. It makes perfect sense, I declare to myself. Emotions are good, we shouldn’t be ashamed of them!

“Thank you,” I say, beaming at the woman. You would think she changed my life with her simple statement, the way I am receiving her words. Maybe she has changed my life. Time will tell.

I turn back around to face the right way in my seat, but a moment later decide to talk to the woman a little bit longer. When I turn back around, however, she is gone. Her chair is vacant. I sincerely hope I see her again someday.


My head is bigger than my heart,

My ego ready to burst apart.

The world doesn’t revolve around me

And what I say today

Won’t change the world anyway.


Here’s what I learned about the economy:

Inflation doesn’t cause harmony

And what does is just a little bit of honesty.

That being said,

I need more heart and less of my head.

Weary Traveler

Friends will come and go with the wind

And you’ll find yourself alone again.


Seasons of loneliness will come

And trust me, they’re no fun.

But in time they’ll pass

Just like the grass

And life will keep on going.


Good friends are hard to find

And when they leave it plays with the mind.

It hurts and leaves you broken,

Just wishing they had spoken

Something – anything to let you know

That where you’re going they won’t go.

And then the pain sets in.


But take heart, weary traveler!

As you walk along, the road gets easier

And while the going is hard

And you feel beaten and scarred,

Just know it can’t last forever.


And when you’re through, you’ll see

Life isn’t even about me

And you’ll open your eyes

And see through the lies

And then help others be free.