I’m very pleased to be the featured author in the Discover Rhode Island July issue highlighting my new book, Happy is Here! It’s also cool that this issue showcases this delicious-looking sundae from one of my favorite spots to get something sweet, Wright’s Dairy Farm!
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
My t-shirt states Good Days Ahead Since I’m a realist I half believe what I’ve read Because I know they’ll be hard Challenging and sad Some days to forget That were mostly bad But there will also be joy Celebrations and laughter Days to remember For many, many days after There will be days ahead… Read More Good Days Ahead
If you’re living right You’ll understand Life doesn’t always Go as planned It’s a hurry up To wait some more A hallelujah You can’t ignore Life will hit you hard With a closed fist Then pull you in For a hug and kiss Before sending you On your way To places unknown You’re not long… Read More Day By Day
Honking horns Shouting voices Commuter trains Construction noises Wailing sirens Screeching brakes Blaring music Stress headaches To silence the noise A sparrow sings
In a world of poison ivy Be the hope Be the cure Beautiful, strong, and resilient Able to endure
How do we find Meaning In a pile of Messy moments? We search We sift We sort For the elusive In the rubble Only to realize The pebble in our pocket Was the answer We carried with us All along
On paper wings She flies Touching flowers Touching sky And when she grows tired In her fragility She waits on the wind To lift her, to guide her To where she never knew She always needed to be
Each day be sure To find some happiness Though it may be hidden Underneath the mess Though it may be hard To see or find A little bit of happiness Is good for our mind It’s good for our spirit Body and soul It gets us through When life gets old It lifts us up… Read More Happiness
The paint is peeling Breaking away Curling and chipping Not much longer to stay On the shingles and shutters That’ve seen better days When not yet twisted By the hands of decay When they hung straight And the paint was new The windowpanes glistened And the sun shone through But life had not lived there… Read More Life Had Not Lived There
Jessica M. Collette 
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