The Light of the Moon

 Hey y'all! The Dissident Daughters have been BUSY this summer. We took a family trip to the Outter Banks in North Carolina at the beginning of June. Amy has been spending her summer bike riding and attending various communal and music events in Des Moines. Jill had knee surgery and is busy being a boss lawyer and mother. Molly has taken trips up to New York to spend time with her in-laws and provide her kids with a fantastic summer experience around the water. Anne is ALWAYS busy with her gym, friends and planning the next family trip. And as for me, well, I'm finally settling into my new job at a nonprofit in LA, obtaining my Masters in Public Administration and Policy, while still working as a 2LT for the CA Army National Guard.

Anyway, thanks for being patient with the delay in posts. We just had a sisters "meeting," via text, where we discussed the frequency of posting and created an action plan to maintain a little more balance between the blog and our personal lives. Moving foward, we hope to at least post one time per month even if it is something small like this post today!

 In order to ease us back into our rotation, I wanted to start with a short, yet powerful poem, inspired by Moon Juice Mama (Molly Alesch) and the full moon last night!

All the hurt and lost souls stare at the moon,

The loves that never began and the ones that ended too soon.

The child that prays every night before bed,

And the old man that breathes but wishes he were dead.

The mother that worries about her son, 

And the soldier that thinks the war is soon to be won.

The addict that can’t seem to put the pipe down,

And the depressed widow that guises her frown.

The teenager who craves to be understood,

And the thief that wonders if they’re inherently good.

The artist that can’t seem to break their slump,

And the patient that’s unaware of her cancerous lump.

The doctor who tirelessly works each week,

And the quiet girl who wishes she wasn’t so meek.

The broken heart that craves the closure,

And the hometown gossip that never got any exposure.

In more ways than one we all sing the same tune,

And are complexly reminded by that through the light of the moon.

With love and positive energy,

<3 Kristen