I stopped this evening to grab a salad at my favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican place. It’s my favorite. It’s one of those little joints where you walk down the line and supervise what goes onto your plate. I always order the … Continue reading
She shakes her dust rag sky at you, this place does. She keeps your hands busy with your own dust rag. Dueling dust rags. First a shake of hers, then a wipe of yours. It rained once here. No one … Continue reading
The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart. — Maya Angelou You can go here to read about one of my favorite living poets … … Continue reading
Several days ago, I received a wonderful email from my friend and reader, Dave McChesney. He sent me a delightful montage of his beloved dogs; both have sadly passed now. I’m honored Dave chose to share this with me and … Continue reading
I can’t think of a better way to begin these days of April than with my favorite frog poem. What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He ain’t … Continue reading
To borrow loosely from Walt Whitman, these days I’m a person in multiplicity. I am cluttered with dizzying tasks, followed by hours of silent waiting for this installer, that servicer, those workers. I’m writing this post, in fact, on the … Continue reading
Our lovely Miss Scarlett is beginning to slow down. She’s graying around the muzzle and eyes. She walks through the house now, unlike Wilson who dances about singing, I’m too sexy for my fur, too sexy for my paws, too … Continue reading
This Dancing Bird celebrates all you Dancing Monkeys. If this doesn’t make you raise a toast of green beer, nothing will!!!
Crack open that box of wine because escrow closed on our house — yay! Celebrate National Pi Day on 3/14 … or as the Pi purists would type … 3.14. Have someone explain to me exactly what Pi is. Start … Continue reading
Why are you still here? These are the late and Earnest days. Ladies, your toes are Gathering frost as you stand at the Edge of this hardening lake. Your eyes have long stopped following Your ganders who’ve flown … Continue reading