Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer me solution, without destroying another
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
When offered the choice to abort me as mother
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not for abuse
Not to be caught in agenda, while fact not disclosed
The remnant of child kept silent, as part of the ruse
Compassion means more, when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Truth be told please, in full disclosure
When does the rhythm of heartbeat on turn?
Objective not lost, lines not a blur, life through creation, forever pure


One step forward, two steps back, Prayers in faith, may we never lack

Ephesians 6:13
“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand”.

One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack
The path not straight by human eye
But you see past our self-bent cry

Stepping into you, robed in love
Wearing you, in prayer to rise above
When all the world begs us to fall
The beckoning of your love does call

Wrapped in Christ, armored in glory
His perfect walk, the truth in story
Stepping beyond the world at large
In you alone we give full charge

We pray we find in you, our way
When lost mid-step and in dismay
One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack

You Go “Fly a Kite” In Your Best Poker Face

go fly a kite at mardon

I’ll preface this little essay with a great big TGIF!!!! I LOVE Fridays. I LOVE Friday’s so much that I think the work week should consist of Monday, Friday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday would be followed by Friday of course.

Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to be employed and for the most part have wonderful job with wonderful people. Nonetheless I am a person who believes totally in enjoying my down time and I do it with zeal. In fact I consider myself somewhat of a professional relax-ologist (I do realize that is not a profession but darn I wish it was, cause I’d be rich).

Okay, now that I’ve flexed my Friday night I’m off work muscle I’ll get to the gist of this little ditty.

I want to know if there are others out there, who don’t or maybe can’t (without hurting themselves) pull out a poker face when need be.

I’ve always hoped to achieve the look of poker face perfection. But a well meaning coworker recently felt the need to point out that I could be “read like a book”. I’m hoping she wasn’t really saying that I could be “read like a well worn book” because that would just be rude. I don’t know for sure though, she has way more of a poker face than I do.

While I pride myself on the fact that with me it’s “what you see is what you get.” I really don’t like that “what you see is what you get” part of me. Because I now realize that I have no stinkin filter on my face!!!!!!

This became even more apparent to me later when talking to another coworker who was asking for my advice on a personal issue. Inside I was screaming out “dear God, where’s the door. I don’t want to tell her what I really think”. On the outside I was trying probably in vain to display a mature, wise and calm demeanor. All the while I was thinking about the fact my face filter was nonexistent. In silence I prayed “face, please don’t fail me now”.

But, I think it probably did because I detected a slight look of disdain in her eyes. Actually, now that I think about it I don’t think she has much of a poker face either because I’m pretty sure there was a “why don’t you go fly a kite” look on her face.

I’m Jumping Into the Pool with My Smartphone In Hand

As the rest of the world has become immersed in the 21st century pool of technological paraphernalia, I’ve remained pretty darn reluctant to dip my tootsies into the water. For me the thought of owning a Smartphone was like jumping off the high dive into the depths of a non-chlorinated pool. I have been convinced that at my age and with no phone savvy, I was not capable of treading water long enough to dog paddle and then breast stroke my way to the safety of shallow water.

That is until I started observing other (slightly graying) peers, going at it with zeal on their phones. You just try carrying on a conversation with someone while they’re holding on for dear life to their phone(aka lifeline).
If your not holding and they are,they will try to text, check email and facebook while glancing up on occasion at your pathetic attempt for conversation.

It must have been all the rejection as of late or maybe just the kind of silly glazed look they get when ignoring me and in the phone zone. But I decided recently I was jumpin in the pool and going to learn to either sink or swim.

I will tell you now; I love my phone to the point of developing my own glazed look. Though I still do enjoy the occasional verbal interaction, I am now almost knee deep in the pool and my goal is to not only stay afloat but also enjoy the swim.

The Art of Imperfection

I wrote this way back in 2011.  I was then and unfortunately still am a bit of a reality show junkie.  While I am totally enthralled in what some strive to achieve in their own reality, I am at the same time horrified as to how some us see beauty.  I did not get it back in 2011 and still don’t get it today.  The following is my take on the beauty of imperfection and how for me it is a reality worth celebrating.


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the beauty of imperfection.

It may be because I’m a reality show junky, that I have been bombarded with the idea as
to what some call “perfection”.  Or, maybe it’s just that I’m looking at more imperfect people trying very hard to keep up the appearance of perfection in non-reality.

I don’t get it!  Stop the madness! For my part in stopping the madness I have put together a few
thoughts to ponder.

There should be a law prohibiting anyone past the age of forty from EVER wearing hair extensions.  If you want to purchase a hair extension past the age of forty, be
prepared to provide your drivers license, Costco picture, blood test, birth
certificate and library card.  This would be a very harsh but necessary means to hopefully slap you back into reality, as only the picture on that darn drivers license can.

In regards to the lip thing, what can I say except that injecting your lips full of stuff is NUTS!
If you can no longer utter the phrase “The purple platypus’s play purposefully at a precious petunia filled park”, without feeling one lip touch the other, you need again to stop the madness!

What I’m trying to say is please let’s celebrate who we are, warts (icky) and all.

I speak now as one thin lipped, way over forty, graying beauty.  I love my imperfections and wear them proudly!  I don’t want to be what you want me to be.  I just want you to appreciate how perfect I wear my imperfection.

I kind of feel that way about everything in life.  I think too much time is taken away from appreciating the beauty and candor of imperfection because we all get too hung up thinking it all has to be perfect.

I poopoo that thought and encourage each and every one of us to realize the imperfect part of
life is the journey.  Don’t forget to enjoy the trip before you reach what may have never been meant to be your destination at all.