Irish Valentines


Your Words

I read your words,     delicately laced with warmth and beauty...     smart and innovative, building success upon success...     quirky and bizarre, so funny they make me giggle-snort...     wise and comforting as a loving older sister I read your words,     painting pictures real enough to be touched...     nurturing empowerment and possibility...     summoning emotions surprising in their strength I read your words,     thoughts, heart, and life generously shared... ...more


 On a sandy shoreline I sit, staring out at the vastness while pondering life. Warm granules fill the spaces between my toes as I wiggle them. "So comforting" I think to myself as a smile plays upon my lips. Seductively whispering messages of love and promises, a gentle wind blows about my face. Unruly strands of red flutter, tickling my cheeks. "So comforting."...more

Poems For Black History Month!

Nobody Knows The South  like I know the south the wet and grimy Soul of the Mississippi South…   Nobody knows The South like I know the south honeysuckle smells in fresh country air…   ...more

Wednesday night, after karaoke

Listen. 1:00 amMain StreetDriving home from Wednesday night karaokeand everybody was ON tonight.Streets glassy with rain, shining wet,cleanStop lights, reflections stretch red … green … redThe RTA bus pulls up beside …A lone woman ridesfluorescent lights shiver inside....more Thank you, Robin. Some nights I get home and my muse just isn't ready to ...more

S.O.B. Jan Sokoloff HarnessI told himhe was agood for nothingson of a bitchand I meantevery word butevery word was a lie.His mother was reallya lovely personand he was very goodat some things.Very good,if you know what I mean.And you know what I meanbecause we’ve all been there.We’ve all been in lovewith a good for nothingson of a bitchand the horsethat he rode in on.©Jan Sokoloff Harness 2012  ...more

The Love of My Life

In my past blogs, I have written about the trials and tribulations of being a single mother.  Today I want to write about the other feelings behind being a single mother, the joy!  ...more

Why I Blog: Freeing My Mind and My Soul

People have asked me why I blog.  Is it a cry for help?  Is it documented pain?  Yes, and so much more.  We live in a technologically driven world and I can’t think of a better way to get the word out BEING A SINGLE MOTHER, RAISING A BOY, IS NOT EASY, BUT IT’S VERY POSSIBLE!...more
Not corny at all! We all need guidance in our parenting sometimes. You can never be to sure if ...more


Ripples break the mirrored surface distorting reflections of moss covered trees.Cicadas softly call from hidden spaces as twilight fades into the dark of nightA piers' aged, creaking boards stretch outward accessing the deep ecosystem; inviting curious visitors.Cypress trees rise with bony algae covered features from the depths; their knobby roots jutting along the waters edge.Shrill chirps ring as tiny green frogs emerge to sing a nightly chorus echoing through the bayou....more