The last vestiges of green still linger,as red, yellow, orange, and umber claim the treesin their constant march toward year’s end.The cacophony of color is a symphonyswirling with the wind’s…
We plan our futuredreaming of good things to come.The universe laughs.We’re still hoping for the bestbut we must live for today.Futures past taught usreality can fall shortof what hope dreamed,…
How can yousympathizewith tyrants?How can youfeel nothingfor others,familieswith no food,no healthcare,those tryingto survivewhile rich mencontinueto bleed usfor their gain?How can younot see howwrong this is?What if itwas you whoneeded help?I…
Everyone has their own idea of fun.Some like to read or do puzzles,some like delving into their genealogy,some love to test their skills in the kitchen,and others have the best…
Hello Friends, It’s been a while since my last blog post. To those who recently signed up for the newsletter to get an extra entry in September’s giveaway, you might…
Schadenfreude is a thing,but it’s not my thing.I don’t get joy from the misfortunes of others.It’s bad Karma,and we all knowKarma can be a bitch.I might wish for those I…
Twenty-four years,nearly a quarter of a century,since the Twin Towers felland the world was changed forever.Three months inI lost my mother,and as devastatingas the attack on the Towers was,my first…
Spring strolls along looking pretty.We amble here and thereon not-quite-hot-not-quite-cold days,sniffing newborn flowers and fresh cut grass,when the world is gearing up for flight.Summer fliesand we soar along with it,enjoying…
They say time flies, and boy, does it. I think I blinked. I can’t believe this website is ten years old already. It took my publisher several years to convince…
Life is hard.We live in broken times.Too often I feel broken too.I tell myself it’s okay,I’ll get through this.Others have it much worse,but it’s still hard. Silently, picking up the…
“Truth is like poetry.And most people fucking hate poetry.” ― Adam McKay, screenwriter I’ve heard so many people say they don’t like poetry over the years, I’ve lost count. It’s…
Hermit crabsmove aroundchanging shellsOne’s too smallOne’s too bigOne’s just rightI’m like thatattemptingperfectionBalance ishard to findStill I tryBut sometimesI will hidein the darkbreathing deepuntil peace calmsmy restless soulChange will comeanother day…
