Medium Writing of the Week: Rosh Hashanah, Poetry, Feminist Bravery, Treat People How They Want to Be Treated

Photo by Christal Yuen on Unsplash

I've got four new pieces in Medium this week!

What Does it Mean to Be ‘Normal’?

For Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, let’s vow to celebrate our differences.

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Adopt the Platinum Rule to Revitalize Your Relationships

Forget the Golden Rule, and treat others the way they want to be treated.

Published in P. S. I Love You on Medium
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You Can’t Be Brave Without Being Scared First

When you write vulnerable stories, sometimes it’s hard to ignore the trolls.

Published in Fearless She Wrote on Medium
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In My Bath, No One Can Touch Me, Except Me

I am a crocodile, lurking in my clawfoot swamp.

This poem was published in An Injustice! on Medium
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“What Do You Do To Relax?” My Therapist Asks.

A poem about long baths, without judgment

I published this self-care poem on Medium.

The Beautiful Feeling of a Bath Photo by Hanna Postova on Unsplash

The Return of the Sun, From the Eyes of a Child

A poem about true fairy tales, to banish the night

I just published this on Medium.

Equinox Picture by Comfreak on Pixabay

 

Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

They say each snowflake is different, and we’re going to discover the truth.

Published in P. S. I Love You on Medium. 

Snow Day Photo by Slava Potik on Unsplash

Dear Daughter,

Learning to love my body the way my daughter does.
Published in P.S. I Love You on Medium!

‘’Venus at Her Mirror’’ (The Rokeby Venus), 1650 painting by Diego Velázquez — Image is in the Public Domain.

I Do Not Buy My Coffee Out - A Poem and a Plea

To celebrate my new Ko-fi page, I wrote a funny poem about coffee.

“What good shall I do this day?” coffee mug. Cropped Photo by Nathan Lemon on Unsplash

I do not buy my coffee out,
I make it ’stead at home.
A little soy milk, not too much,
we can’t afford the foam.

Some days I use the same grounds twice,
my husband doth protest.
But it still smells like coffee,
#SeriouslySoBlessed.

I’ve had café Cubano,
espresso Italiano too.
I know good coffee, but I settle
for my own homebrew.

And, yes, I am a mother,
so I often drink it cold.
A warm mug or my babyboo?
I choose my dear to hold.

But still I drink two cups a day
or my headache gives a warning.
So could you spare a cup, my friend?
Thank you. Good night. Good morning.

I just started a Ko-fi page. You can buy me a cup of coffee at ko-fi.com/darcyreeder. Thank you times a million.

Dinner Date with My Husband

Dinner Date with My Husband - A Poem
Published in P.S. I Love You on Medium.

Us, gazing at our amazing kiddo, at my parents' house. Photo Credit: my mom.

“love 24 hrs” Photo by Wyron A on Unsplash

Back to My Childhood Bedroom - A Rhyming Poem

I'm visiting my parents in Florida, in the house where I grew up.
So I wrote a poem about it.