What Do I Know Discounted, misunderstood, neglected, hated By Lisa Mailliard

Just a rant about things that bug me. Any you agree with? By: Lisa Mailliard

The bloom’s nectar will feed the hummingbird and butterfly. The sticky pollen stows away on the bee’s feet as it flies. By: Lisa Mailliard

The same cup of coffee, the same clothes, the same same same. Day after day. UGH! By: Lisa Mailliard

Anyone else suffering from Covid Fatigue? Some days like today I think I'll lose it. Here's a rant and hopefully some relatable situations. Enjoy! By: Lisa Mailliard

A continuation of my family series. I've written, The Oldest, The Middle, The Youngest, and now The One and Only. What is unique about being an only child? This poem describes the special place thes...

Living paycheck to paycheck, just keeping your head above water. All it takes is one disaster and you could be on the other side of the hand.

How many times has technology made things harder, rather than easier? By: Lisa Mailliard

Being a mom of a teenage girl is a thankless job. By: Lisa Mailliard

Home can be anywhere, anything, or anyone. What is home to you?

Just a rant about the paths we choose.... By: Lisa Mailliard

This poem/ short story describes the unique responsibilities that come with being the oldest child. I picture this as a children's picture book that could be read to a first child with a sibling on th...

I wrote this poem for my dad for Christmas. I tried to include every special piece of him here. But that's impossible. Love you Dad.

This is a poem about the unique position of the middle child in the family. I picture this as a children's picture book that can be read to a youngest child before a younger sibling arrives. I myself ...

This is a poem about being the youngest, but I picture it as a children's picture book that parents could read to their youngest to show them that even though you're the littlest, that may be the best...

Motherhood is hard. I hope this poem gives hope for those mothers out there like me who have teens and you think you'll never get through it. I for one hope for the day she looks at me and says, "Sorr...

What makes a family? How about when you have to blend with people very different from you? This is a reminder that we all have something to contribute and could surprised what you find in common.

I am you, you are me There is no difference inside to see

The history books will forever expose those who were so afraid to lose their own prestige, they would sell themselves to devil Trump, while talking out of both sides of their mouths. Those who called...