Confessions of a Hat: Bamboo and Bones. A member of my writing group brought some of her hat collection. She thought it would be fun for us to wear them during the meeting. At the time, we were seated at a restaurant patio. In 105-degree weather. In the shade. With at least two fans blowing on us. No one wore any hats during that meeting. Instead, we chose to write a hat-inspired poem. I knew just the hat.
It inspired me to write my most haunting poem to date.
Ebullient Frog. Occasionally, I attend a monthly writers’ event, which features a theme word. Throughout the course of a word’s existence, not only may its connotation change, but thanks to the changing times, its definition may take on a slightly different meaning, while at the same time retain the original meaning. Here’s my take on the meaning of the word “ebullient.”
Black Hair Products. Ten years ago, I joined a hot yoga studio. Although my main objective then, as is now, was to strengthen both physical and mental health, I’ve had the most wonderful opportunities to exchange a wealth of information and ideas with other women yogis in the locker room. This PSA-styled poem sprang to life after a yoga class when I struck up a conversation with a woman who identified as being white who was using a “mixed hair” product.
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