April 2019

  • Faces of the Tulips

    Good morning, good morning, good morning . . . and HAPPY EASTER! Last November I planted about 50 tulip bulbs in my front garden in honor of my mother and sister, Karen, believing they would never bloom because the ground… Continue reading

    Faces of the Tulips
  • The Cruelest Month — Part Three

    As many of you know, I walk daily, always with dog biscuits in my pocket. Over the years, I’ve come to know dozens of dogs. I even love several of them. One of them was dear Eva. Last Thursday, Eva… Continue reading

    The Cruelest Month — Part Three
  • The Cruelest Month — Part Two

    Stanley Plumly, a poet who served as the poet laureate of Maryland for nine years, died on April 11 from complications of multiple myeloma. He was 79 years old. According to his obituary in the Washington Post, Plumly’s poetry, “drew… Continue reading

    The Cruelest Month — Part Two
  • The Cruelest Month — Part One

    “April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of the 20th century. That line came to me a couple of times during the past week because of the deaths… Continue reading

    The Cruelest Month — Part One
  • Ignite 4/12/19

    “Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” — Groucho Marx Continue reading

    Ignite 4/12/19
  • Ignite 4/5/19

    THERAPIST: What’s upsetting you? WIFE: He’s always using common phrases incorrectly. HUSBAND: Cry me a table, honey. Continue reading

    Ignite 4/5/19