I listened to Billy Collins talking and reading tonight. And then I listened to a whole lot of people reading a whole lotta poems in celebration of National Poetry Month – an event put on by the Academy of American … Continue reading →
Mom texts me to say she’s resting after gardening. she’s been out since eight turning soil filling and emptying the rusty old wheelbarrow scarfing around plants she put in early this year. Now resting happily. I put my feet into … Continue reading →
To make up for yesterday’s late post, how about a super early one today? And triggered by the prompt given by NaPoWriMo! Woot! What’s not to like about a sorrow thusly: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows ringlorn adj. the wish … Continue reading →
Late but it’s still Day Twenty-six on the left coast. Mom and I went out today – to the art supply store and to an office supply store. `I got the few things I “needed” but there might have been … Continue reading →
Short and sweet and to the point. sunday modern times the ubiquitous sound of world wide weed-whacking.
The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.
