
Becoming A Poem
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves.
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves.
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”
Can Mother Nature teach us anything about the agony of waiting?
Are there really any differences between the iPhone 7 and iPhone 14 Pro cameras?
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART THREE: Year of leave-taking.
As a small pond grew and changed, so did I. PART TWO: Year of refuge.
“Sometimes escape can be an art, or a selfishness, or just a gift you need to give yourself.” — Stephen Dunn, from his poem, “Mercy”
“I read a review of the new Philip Roth biography the other day. The author quotes Roth saying, ‘aging is a massacre.’ I agree!” — our devoted friend, Jan, April 5, 2121, 20 days before her cancer diagnosis.