We got our Sprinter! — If you haven’t read the first installment of this journey, you can check it out here. We purchased a Mercedes 170 Sprinter 2500 Diesel in November of 2021. We received it in September of 2022. It had been touch and go for a bit — we had heard rumors of…

Hybrid Prose Even if I don’t keep the folded piece of paper — torn from the diner menu, my gypsy soul has already folded it neatly into my heart. …

A Poem to my Nephew — Here’s my gift to you, son of my sister, a son that I’ll never have. I cannot wait until you're older and in the same instance I want you to stay young and be innocent —a little while longer. I think to myself and out to the universe: I helped shape…

Prose — I dug into Providence's clutch — pricking my finger, as she joked about some wives’ tale, slicing my hand open on her scissors as I attempted to pull them out. The familiar weight of the blades in my hands— lethal in the wrong ones. Seventeen years to realize the only…

Hybrid Prose Poem Prompt — I am Canadian, but lately, I am not sure what that means. The erratic, hostile energy emanating from my screen — seeping into our homes— let alone from our streets. It’s disheartening. Misinformation throwing stones. …

I’ll write a letter I live in a small town with big hearts, but small minds. Where you could joke that everyone is related to everyone else and it might just be true. …

Wednesday Prose Poem: what’s in a promise? — Inklings left in your heart from a younger you — a fearless you. Promises that were once self-inscribed — the foundation on which you built your life. Where you defined your purpose and then forgot — because all childish things must be laid to rest — the Pan had nothing…

We bought a Sprinter Van — We bought a sprinter van but let’s rewind a bit. Three years ago, I moved back to my hometown where I grew up. My husband and I sold everything, including the house we thought we would retire in. Our house. We moved because my father said he wanted to retire…

Convenience is not worth the cost. — Short-sighted by a world that promises everything — bright screens with endless possibilities. Redacted fine print validated by a check box that we never intended to read but we agreed to nonetheless. Incompetency began here and somehow, I’m riding along. It's too little, too late cause we never checked the…