I will sit with you in the sad, hard place Serving as a witness to your pain I will sit with you as the clouds roll in And shelter you with my thin hope Nature comes as a witness Bringing an offering of tears The willows sway in solidarity Bending low to acknowledge your grief […]
God is a mother I’ve seen her in the park Nursing babies while pushing another on a swing I’ve seen her in the grocery store Trying to stretch a dollar to feed her family Making feasts out of meager loaves and fish God is a mother I’ve seen her leading families Through trauma and triumph […]
The following is a spec script I wrote in 2015 for a screenwriting class. This script is best positioned during the first half of Season 1 of Blindspot, a TV show created by Martin Gero that aired on NBC from 2015-2020. FADE IN: EXT. MANHATTAN’S UPPER EAST SIDE – NIGHT A SERIES OF SHOTS City […]
It took an insurrection for some, but I’ve seen clear lines drawn in the sand on social media – culling of friend lists and declarations for people to unfriend them if they don’t like what they have to say about politics (particularly the current President of the United States.) I get it. There is a […]
There is security in zealotry. It feels good to belong and feel like you’re on the right side of something, a scrappy minority fighting for good against evil. When you find yourself defending and believing whatever your leader says, take heed, blind loyalty to any person or organization is idolatry. Zealotry can be blinding and […]
I dream of a house on a lake With trees and peace close byThe waves cutting across the lovely deep blueOf Lake Michigan I hear leaves rustling in trees overheadAs I lay with the sun’s warmthGolden on my faceOf this I dream I want to die on the shores of Lake MichiganNot any time soon […]
I hurried down the rain-soaked streets of London, wearing absolutely the wrong shoes for it and pulling along my overstuffed suitcase with the broken handle. It was 7:30am on a cold Sunday in March – just before the COVID-19 pandemic sent the world, and my European travel, into a tailspin. I had taken the tube […]
Even in the midst of all this Life goes on Hearts beat Seeds are planted and buds are starting to show Flowers bloom Bringing desperately needed color into the world Babies are born Eggs hatch Tadpoles emerge from murky waters So too will we emerge Born anew Into a new way of life Breathe deeply […]
To The Man Who Has My Heart (On the occasion of your 40th birthday) by Cynthia English To the man who has my heart Who long ago – or was it only yesterday Took my hand – and my heart And intertwined them with his own The warmth of held hands – and hearts Illuminate […]
I’ve never picked a word for the year before. Maybe it is knowing that my late, dear friend Becky did this. (Her word for 2018 was “abide”– and now she is abiding with the living GOD.) Maybe I just need the accountability, but when I thought and prayed about a word – one came LOUD […]
