Came home from my morning jaunt and found THIS in my mailbox! When my eyes finally peeled away from the fabulous book I found Smeagle looking at me. What stamps! Thanks so much Marge – what a wonderful remembrance of … Continue reading →
what’s a girl who loves coleslaw gonna do but make coleslaw? Like right away! And I had to have some, like right away even though I know it’s better after a couple hours in the frig… Continue reading →
even though it’s not TGIF there anymore. These were in amongst the postcards I bought for August but haven’t used yet… hard to part with penguins! @marge.hurst
To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment.
