Lee Anne Roquemore

From a prompt by Poet Jen Harris, “Everyone yearns for unconditional love with no strings attached.” - AnonymousDid you have any expectations involving unconditional love? I expected unconditional love to set me free. To give me space to come out of my tangled knots of insecurity. I expected unconditional love to save me. Instead of… Continue reading Unconditional →

This piece is from a prompt by Poet Jen Harris:“Happiness is something one can’t explain. You must take my word for it.” – Willa Cather, The Professor’s House Describe your happiness, and yours alone. Bare feet press against the ground, one step after another experiencing all the textures of this little plot of earth that… Continue reading Mine Alone →

I came here today for a semblance of normalcy. My youngest child learned to walk - and to talk in a world where he barely left home, where all the parks were closed, where masked faces became normal, and where he often reminds me to get his dinosaur mask before we exit our minivan. He… Continue reading Twilight →

This month is perhaps the first time since I’ve been a mother that I gave myself permission to be human. I looked at my schedule and I decided there were a lot of demands on me this month:my sister coming from California for the first time in 18 months. Nature school, archery, horseback riding, writing… Continue reading Permission Granted →

I wrote this last summer. June 2020. Three months into the strange, isolating ripples of Covid-19 and the political chaos that consumed so many more months than four years adds up to. ——————————————————— It is some sort of magic that we can be so deeply exhausted by, and simultaneously in awe of, the same exact… Continue reading Waves of Motherhood →