What’s The Secret?

“What’s the secret to staying married sooo loong?” This was the question asked by a young waiter during a recent anniversary dinner at R2L.

My husband and I looked at each other and chuckled a bit without saying a word. I was taken aback by the way the waiter stretched out the two words: “sooo loong.” Perhaps he was not accustomed to seeing people have such a good time together after all these years. The question was a fair one, but his tone Continue reading What’s The Secret?

Won and Done?

Part of the answer to the question, How Free Exactly Do You Want to Be? lies in how vulnerable and authentic we are willing to be when and if we show up. We must know that all of our life experiences can be useful and instructive, much in the same way the words of our ancestors are for us now. What we write and share has the potential to be the very salt for someone else’s stew of life. Regardless of how hard we think we’ve fought, we can hardly be done.

Just one day after the 2016 United States Presidential Election, I was more than Continue reading Won and Done?

How To Live Forever

Living’s heavy work. (Babbitt, Natalie. Tuck Everlasting. New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1975.)

I learned yesterday of Author Natalie Babbitt’s death. Babbitt was 84. While she had written several books, Babbitt was most revered for her seminal work,Tuck Everlasting, which celebrated its 40th anniversary last year. Tuck Everlasting, though marketed to young readers, dealt with the subject of mortality, a topic many think it is best to reserve for mature audiences.  Continue reading How To Live Forever

Masquerading

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It’s throwback Thursday
so I wrote a rhyme
to take you way
back through my time

Venture with me
if you will
while I make your time
stand still

When girls rocked braids
instead of locs
when boys spit lyrics
on the blocks

When nerds like me
remained inside
‘cuz carryin’ books
was cause for chiii…ding
anyone who dared to be
a different personality

Street prophets
moved with swag
dismissed the beauty
that they had

Vulllll…nerable
yet full of fright
miiight … ier
but playing small
afraid of what would be their fall

Flexin’
halfway playing strong
scared to death
without a throng

This poem’s just for them
the original rude boys an ’em

Frontin’
flossin’
playing hard
scared that I might pull their card
out here on dis’ boulevard

Dare I beat them
at their game
dare I make them
forget their name

A girl can’t win
nah uh
no way
not then

But what now
you say?

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Written by Life Artist, Avril Somerville – Author | Speaker | Poet

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