I only put “Shakespeare” up in the title for literary appeal. I can’t come up with a snappier title today because I have a... 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 the freakin’ alarm clock
In my room, I have a small oak writing desk. It sits along a short stretch of wall directly across from my side of... Read More
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… on me and miley cyrus, and expletives in fenway park
I have three children. I can echo the sentiments of many a parent who came before me in saying that bringing up children is... 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 an old dog (and the things he’s done for love)
We have had many dogs, my nearly perfect husband and I, and hopefully will have the room and the time and the ability to... 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