Wednesday poetry break – 8.20
If doleful, rocker chick was the tone of last week’s poem, today’s is far more reflective of how I generally Continue reading
If doleful, rocker chick was the tone of last week’s poem, today’s is far more reflective of how I generally Continue reading
And now for a brief interruption…… About 6 weeks before my birthday, Chris & the girls start lobbying for a Continue reading
Tonight’s poem is the epitome of the angst-y college girl poem. I fell in love with Stevie Smith way back Continue reading
It’s the political silly season. That’s what the pundits are saying. Attack ads are everywhere. Polls are omnipresent. And another Continue reading
OK, I can’t believe it but school starts for the girls on the 11th. Today’s poem is one my Dad Continue reading
I’m finally home — mostly unpacked with loads of laundry running in an endless loop. Our 22-hour drive, while foot Continue reading
Tomorrow I leave Gettysburg, ending another summer. The research was excellent, the friends true blue, and I don’t want to Continue reading
What do you notice first when you meet someone? When you look at a photo? I notice the hands and Continue reading