Weathered I stopped today beside the old tree, its branches peppered with fall’s last leaves. The ground beneath a carpet of gold, each fallen... Read More
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… on loving football and being feminist peewee pervert
My nearly perfect husband had made me a roaring fire in the fireplace. Chicken corn chowdah (a Dingle Family fall staple) was on the... Read More
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… a poem because I walked into a falling leaf
Today I walked through a breeze of leaves swirling and whirling and dancing with trees, who bustled and leaned and reached and grasped, trying... Read More
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… on fall, my red rubber coat, and skip to my lou
Fall is my favorite. Oh my Gosh, do you know what I just realized? It’s after noontime. We can have a glass of wine,... Read More
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… on a homecoming, a nearly dead husband, and a plea
Over the past few days, things here have been pretty dang busy. There have been backs and forths to the hospital to visit Grampa... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man (part two)
Months ago, I wrote my first post that had a ‘Part Two’, and I remember that I was completely flummoxed regarding how to start... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man
On August 9, 1993 I took the plunge and began living with another man. Yes. It was a shock to my friends and family,... Read More
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… on a poet of strength with a gift of sure
I missed a poetry reading yesterday because I was busy meeting an artist. I met a woman later on who turned out to be... Read More
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on rules forgotten and the great facebook incident of 2007
On a cold winter day years ago, I came around the corner into my kitchen and looked out the window. Two of my wonderful... Read More
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… on freakin’ should people, and the rule book
At 5:30 a.m. yesterday morning I left Lexington, Kentucky traveling northeast at an average speed of 74 miles per hour. If I only stopped... Read More
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… on a big move, to a big country, where nothing is a big deal
In 1995, my dear husband and I found ourselves sprinting through LAX. And by ‘sprinting’, I mean moving as fast as humanly possible with... Read More
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…on my first dog and the virgin mary in a bathtub
Growing up, my favorite author was Albert Payson Terhune. Sure, it was a mouthful, and none of the other kids at Shawsheen Elementary School... Read More