Be Like Sea Glass

For the first time in a decade I won’t be stuck behind beige walls in a cubicle this summer. It will be the first summer since my daughter was one and my son was three that I will be fully present and available to explore carelessly under the sun. No mad scrambling in the morning. No late-night log ins. No trade-offs. This makes me happy. It makes me grateful. After a dark and long winter, I’m free to roam on my own. At 43 I’m evolving again and this time everything I do is going to be from my soul; for my soul and theirs. The ones I love.

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I’m wiping away the dust from days of sitting in a basement of beige.

I’m clearing space for new freckles on my face.

I’ll be looking for worms, scratching bug bites, absorbing sun from a hammock on a rung.

I’ll be racing bikes and counting stars while I pour lightning bugs into jars. My feet slathered in tar.

Kool-Aid mustache. Skinned knees tattooed green from grass.

My hair wild. My soul sprinkled with sand.

You can find me deep in the reeds where the bullfrogs sleep. Stealing flowers I want to keep.

Making magic soup from day old rain.

I’ll be chasing the wind. Writing stories out of stuff in the sky.

I’m gathering mounds of sea glass.

I’m jagged turned gem.

After all those waves.

After all that wind.

My bucket is filled with dreams again…



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August has come and my spell has worn its time.

 All the days, all the hours; her hand was slipping from mine.

 When she stumbled. When she worried. When she needed someone to fight the monsters under the bed.

 I was the hand. I was the heart. I was the fire. All the time. All the hours.

 She was looking up. I was looking in and now August has come to take its claim.

 So swiftly. So briskly, I can hardly breathe.

 She is my North, my South, my West, my East.

 Stop the wind.

 Stop the time.

 Bring back that sweet baby of mine.




August has come and it’s time to spread my wings.

 All the days, all the hours: her hand is always in mine.

 When I stumble. When I worry. When I need someone to fight the monsters under the bed.

 She is the hand. She is the heart. She is the fire. Mother of mine; all the hours.

 I look up. She is always looking in and because of her strength August can take its claim.

 So swiftly. So briskly, I can hardly wait.

 I’ll face the North, the South, the West and East.

 She is my wind.

 She is with me all the time.

I’m forever your baby, sweet mommy of mine.

Courtney is the author of the award-winning Gnat & Corky Series available on Amazon & Barnes and Noble.

Leave It on the Dance Floor

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Get out there. Shake it.

Sweat. Get drenched.

Flip your head back and forth.

Kick off your shoes and dirty up those pristine socks.

Get filthy.

Shake the foundation.

Rock it to your core.

Tear your dress.

Break your zipper.

Lose yourself.

Steal the microphone.

Shatter the disco ball.

Cut the room in half.

Break that fancy glass.

Lose it.

Spill it all out.

Shine you beautiful thing.

Leave it on the dance floor.

Give it all you’ve got.

One spin.

One life.

Your song is playing…

Courtney is the author of the Gnat & Corky Series a 16-book series illustrated by Natalie Sorrentino and published by Orange Hat Publishing. Gnat & Corky books are available for purchase on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. The stories are universal and based on the spirit of real kids.