In praise of my favorite flower: Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath…
You can’t out exercise a bad diet. Over the last several months I have gotten lazy with my diet ( Sausage egg and cheese bagels on sunday mornings while drinking coffee anyone? ). I haven’t gained weight thankfully but time…
‘A poem … begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness…. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.” Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. letter, Jan. 1, 1916, to poet…
April is National Poetry month. In honor of that I thought I should post a few poems this month. I am not a poet and I know that so you are saved my feeble attempts. but I do enjoy…
I have a confession: This blog is both a product of and response to grief. I am hoping that my experiences may be helpful to others going through this. I lost my mom a few months ago and I…
Welcome!! Life is Messy is an expression I have been saying for years. I usually say it when trying to get my friends and often myself to let go of certainty and comfort and embrace new things, new locations, new…
