A Work in Progress

A friend of mine recently told me about a parenting magazine called Mamalode.   And after checking them out, I've come to the conclusion that Mamalode is a darn cool magazine. They have both an online and print magazine, dealing with mom life, parenting and everything that falls in between those two categories.Which is great for me. Because that's my life! The photography in the print version is incredible.  Apparently, Mamalode is quite well known. The blogger and creator of BlogHer, Lisa Stone, calls Mamalode "The best parenting magazine out there." That's saying something coming from a parent and writer, herself. My friend suggested I start submitting to them, as I needed fresh markets to submit material. I felt like I was in a writing rut. So, I submitted a poem. They took it and it was online last week. It's rather appropriate they printed this first, considering April is poetry month. The poem is called Harvesting the Oranges before Spring

Being away in Maui for a week is a little like getting a lobotomy. I can't think rightly or clearly, and no way can I give a passing thought to writing a blog post. This is why it's absolutely perfect timing that I wrote a guest post before I left for vacation which is now at Write for Charity and up today! Below is a little snippet of the blog post. Just like “Autodidact,” the poem that Write for Charity picked for their wonderful book, From the Heart , I wrote “Motherhood is a like a Pacemaker” when one particular day seemed just a bit too overwhelming ; when I wondered if the work I was doing as a mother really counted for much. Like this poem, motherhood sort of transcends the normal, yet is required to keep the normal. There are difficulties that motherhood presents to us at times — and yes, there are happiness and joys, rewards and fulfillment involved too — but the role of a mother is never easy. It always receives, yet it also requires. It always is, bu

While I haven't posted my works in the past, I want to post this poem- written because of a simple (but gorgeous) photo my cousin took. Visit his work: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jc_iverson Traveling via a photo The propeller metal shines, though for me, it is only paper; it shines at me like a nickel that has lost its way from a pocket or purse; valuable, useful. And I feel like a bird that has to pick it up for its nest. Though the black and white etch their thoughts of movement, (perhaps a trip to the ends of the earth, or a jaunt down the road) the feelings of the passenger must be like those of Earheart or Lindbergh or even the Wrights: trusting. The contraption is beautiful and bright, made by those whose brains are beyond the mass of a million minds. - HJS