Author Archives: Sharon

I awoke this morning in the middle of the bed. It’s happened a couple of times now. A little lost Disoriented A momentary panic with legs tangled in sheets. They tell you when you lose a spouse a significant other … Continue reading →

It will never happen again. I will never hurt you Like I did that day. I still see your face Eyes wild cornered angry frightened lost Lips trying to form words to change the trajectory of the moment Desperate grasping … Continue reading →

I’m writing poems for you A book you may never read Unless you come across it Accidentally in a used book sale Intrigued by the familiar name and not put off by the price. I will write un-read love poems … Continue reading →

I’ve had this dream before It is my favorite one Your head nestled between the eroding hills of my breasts, your breath warm and wet leaving little droplets on my skin your once golden hair catching the afternoon light disguising … Continue reading →

I remember reading once that windows were the earliest information system. It wasn’t until we had windows that we could look outside without being outside, an important thing if you want to see whether you should put on your snow … Continue reading →

I’m not sure how to write this. I’m not even sure how to wrap my head around this. It’s happened again. Another school shooting. Another set of statistics. Another set of families reeling in grief, not sure how they will … Continue reading →

A week or so ago, I attended a seminar* designed to give business leaders a day to figure out their biggest problem and build a compelling story around it. The tuition was reduced for a time, and I figured it … Continue reading →

It’s one of those Sundays that I chose to keep the TV off and skip the concentration of news shows I used to watch religiously. You know the ones: Meet the Press, This Week, Sunday Morning, etc. It’s been a … Continue reading →

I was about a mile from the Pentagon, in another Defense Department Building*, and could see the smoke from the windows on our floor (a feature not found in most of the buildings in which I worked). I wanted to … Continue reading →