Sometimes, You Just Really, Really Want a Cheeseburger.

Photo by Brian via ReShot

I could still eat a cheeseburger if I wanted to. I just can’t have them every day.

Drew Carey

had Five Guys on the brain
keyed in my order . . .
a hub for grub–best place
for last-minute purchases
of fatty foods.
sometimes, you just really, really
want a cheeseburger.

I am not ashamed.

Overachiever

A one-line poem

Managers within my department know my work ethic–they can count on me–I have what they’re looking for; overachiever, can’t turn it off, even if I wanted to.


Author’s Note: This is a burden at times. I’ve gotten better about setting boundaries on what I will and will not do as requests completely out of my job description, but when folks know you can do something and do it well and are responsible too . . . Well, many tend to use you for what you can do.

From Her Heart To Mine

A one-lined Poem

A gift from one of my baby cousins, Jaidynn. She said to me as she presented it, “I painted this for you, Tree” with a huge smile on her face. I got pretty emotional.

Love found in the simple things–she painted a world of wonder from her heart, and gifted it to mine . . . I’m overjoyed.