In high school, we separated ourselves into groups of friends. Often groups would earn labels based on their common interest. I enjoyed hopping from group to group. This poem is about not assigning labels because I don’t think any person can be boiled down to a label. I sure can’t. I’m a writer, mother, wife, and daughter and that is the tip of the iceberg.


Marked and labeled
Categorized and identified
Sorted into a box
The lid fastened tight

But something is wrong
With the very next one
It doesn’t fit
There’s no label for it

Quick, hit the button
Trigger the trap door
Reject the oddity
It has no category

This system is fine
For object and thing
But should never be applied
To human beings

People can’t be labeled,
Categorized and shut
Up in a box, lid on tight
With all inside alike

People don’t fit
In just one category
One label, one identity
People are much more

Don’t be so quick
To trigger that trap door
When a person doesn’t fit
Inside any box

September 30, 2012



I am driven to love
With a heart open wide
Filled to overflowing
With the love of Jesus Christ
A love without condition
A love without end
A love so overwhelming
So abundant it flows
Like a river in spring
Overflowing its banks
Flooding anything nearby
I am driven to love
With a heart open wide
Filled to overflowing
With the love of Jesus Christ

Blown away

This weekend I had the pleasure of attending the Central Coast Writer’s Conference. What an incredible experience it was to meet up with so many other authors in one place. Each of us writes different genres and are at different skill levels, but none of that mattered. The most important thing was us meeting together and learning about our shared craft.

I had the pleasure of hearing the amazing poetry of Jack Grapes, the key note speaker for the weekend. His message was one of inspiration and caution for us to not get in the way of our own writing. The weekend finished off with the Lillian Dean First Page Writing Contest results. No one was more surprised than me when they called my name for third place in the Young Adult/Children’s category. What left me speechless was when they announced me as the first place winner.

I am humbled and completely blown away. It is all still sinking in. My daughter had the best reaction when I showed her my award: “Is that yours, Mommy? Wow! We could like put it in a museum or something.” Man how I love that kid!

In the Shadow

In the Shadow

Our generation lives
In the shadow
Of the fallen towers
Under the clouds
Of explosive debris
Next to the shards
Of shredded buildings
Out of the shock
Of tragedy
Our generation joins hands
And vows to
Never forget
As we raise up our flag
The stars and stripes
Dance in the wind
An eagle soars overhead
We are one nation
Red, white, and blue
One nation under God

Feeling Created

A mother myself, I remember how I felt when my children were literally growing inside me. The first time I heard their hearts beat I couldn’t help thinking how God must feel knowing how our lives will turn out. I imagine He might say something like the following poem to us.

Before You Had A Name

I knew you before you had a name
I knew you while you were still forming
Before your heart began to beat
I loved you just the same
And I always will love you
You are my child
I am your God
You are my creation
I am your Maker
And Savior
The lover of your soul
Before you had a name
I loved you just the same
As I always will
You were my child
Even before you had a name