If the weather seers are correct, we’ll see some white stuff later this afternoon. Can’t complain, it’s been a stellar autumn, apart from one ridiculous snowy anomaly back in October when I penned this poem and captured the image of our backyard garden. I don’t think today’s blast will amount to much, but the future…
For years, I made soup the way my mom taught me, and it was good. This year, I changed things up, and took it to another level (at least, that’s my story 😊). In my lifetime, I’ve done a lot of things “because that’s the way Mom did it” or “that’s the right way to…
There can be something rich about growing older (apart from brand new aches and ailments that pop up without warning). I find agreement with what Richard Rohr says about life in our older years in his book, Falling Upward, “we do not have strong and final opinions about everything, every event, or most people, as much…
I use an app called Day One for journaling and writing poetry. It’s accessible and synced on my MacBook, iPad, and phone so I can jot things down and edit poems whenever and wherever I am. Highly recommend. Recently, I came across this poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I’m not sure what triggered it—likely…
When I opened the blinds this morning, I gasped. Nature does that sometimes with the brilliant eastern sky. The wonder doesn’t last long, so it’s worth pausing to appreciate, and, as Mary Oliver told us in her poem, “Instructions for Life,” “Pay attention. Be Astonished. Tell about it.” It’s the morning after Halloween, and we…
It took me three tries to make a cup of coffee this morning. On the first attempt, I didn’t put a cup under the Keurig spout. Made a mess. Cleaned it up. And tried again. The second time, I didn’t put the pod in the machine, so I brewed a beautiful mug of hot water….