Sharon J. Anderson
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Becoming A Poem
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves. Continue reading
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The Solitary Habit
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together. Continue reading
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Ashes, Ashes, I Still Fall Down
We are taught that if we work hard enough, we will get over our losses. This has not been the case for many who grieve, including me. Continue reading
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Wait for It — February 2023
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .” Continue reading
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Ignite — 2/3/23
“No man is lost at sea,” wrote Hemingway. Oh yeah? Continue reading
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Maternal Pop-ups — Part Two
What do you do when your dead mother pops up? Look away? Continue reading
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Maternal Pop-ups — Part One
What do you do when your dead mother pops-up? Pay attention? Continue reading
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Ignite — 1/27/23
God, Tom, scalding coffee, demons. Do they have ANYthing in common? A chuckle or two, perhaps? Continue reading
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Wait for It — January 2023
Can Mother Nature teach us anything about the agony of waiting? Continue reading
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Ignite 1/20/23
The weekend approaches. Time to ignite a laugh or two. Continue reading
