Echo husband Repeats everything I say as if it were his idea. My ideas get no credit because he makes them his. I say it and like an echo I hear it again.

Oz a happy place sunshine and flowers friends and journeys where the unknown is discovered all because there’s no place like home.

A Moment of Joy Writing poems with many wonderful people, none who I know personally but gather with virtually for exciting writing events. We gather multiple times each year.

My father tells stories of greasing trolley tracks (Hartford CT) so it couldn’t go. No trolleys today, but boy oh boy the trouble we’d be in. When he tells the story you can see him reliving it, every moment of fun. My dad has this…

Covid kept us home so we could discover who we are and what we want and how to get it. Life isn’t meant to be spent in an office cubicle closed up with artificial lighting.

I loved to run back then yes I did I used to I ran through the forest and way past the glen as they all used to say   Then one day my father he passed away and malevolent stepmom moved in to stay  …

She came to me at five weeks old a bundle of joy a most  definite beauty to behold  Six months old and she tripled in size Curiosity rode high in her amber wolf eyes    Her stubborn streak began she started to balk at my…

I walked right in to the Cafe that day and saw three ladies fair They sat in the round and welcomed me in I felt a new home I had found One with white hair gleaming so bright bid me sit in a chair  So…

How do I say  this thing that I need  to complete me?   I watch others do it  so we’ll and so seamlessly  without fear or embarrassment.    Something tickles them physically, emotionally, mentally and seconds later it happens!   That thing that hits them …

Stardust brought you into my life on a warm September day. Hope was the future I’d see and speak to you again. Cheese was Italian food, I tasted, bought, and loved because of you. Shoes walked me and put me inside my car to drive…