It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
It was a hot chocolate day An overcast day A damp day A day that took the crunch Out of the leaves And made dogs muddy It was a dog bath kind of day Or one bath One failed attempt Can you see who’s wet and who isn’t? It was a day To try and…
I know this is long, but if you are a writer or woman of a certain age, it is so worth reading (I can say that because I’m just the messenger, not the brains of the message). I spent the weekend at a writing conference for writers over fifty at Open Book in Minneapolis. I…
I’m a play it safe kind of lady. If I have one change in the works, I certainly don’t want to intentionally bring another change or challenge into the mix. Too much stress all at once. Too many things I’ll have to do all at once. Too much uncertainly, all at once…
The Last Nice Day Or so I hear I walk off miles of anxious While geese gather Like thoughts Honking loudly Is it safe? Should we land? Is this a good spot? Do I know you? The sun rises and sets Rivers flow Dogs smile Leaves turn And then fall There are cycles There are…
I got the “opportunity” today to try out my little Toro snowblower. About 3 inches of heavy, wet snow fell onto a rainy, slushy, ice base that was the result of the rain that had fallen all yesterday afternoon. The mess gave my poor, little snowblower quite a workout. It also gave me quite a…
Paper, emails, messages, class assignments They arrive faster than a roadrunner cartoon Anvils rain from the sky Duck! Hide under the desk! “Take me down to the river” She whispers Where tufts of white Glide between stone blue ice Two, then four, then more Silent as statues Three observers One human, two not Watch from…
