Category Archives: Writing

A Poet’s Personal Journey

J was a graduate student when I met her. We were in the same poetry writing class in the mid-80’s. I was an undergrad. (I was in my mid 30’s, divorced, with three children, two teens and a pre-teen.) She … Continue reading

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Summer of Love 2017

It’s the 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love 1967. Maybe I’ll get around to doing a Haight-Ashbury Tour before the summer’s out. Or get out there and take some pics. If I can get passed my agoraphobic panic. I … Continue reading

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Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

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Walking Shadow

I read that in 1979 there were 79 MFA programs across the country. In 2014, (Flavorwire: “27 Writers on Whether or Not to Get Your MFA”) there were 854. I took my first creative writing class at a community college … Continue reading

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Broken Heart

2017 began on a beautiful note. I saw my beloved granddaughter Jan 2, (whom I hardly ever get to see) who is happy and excited after completing her first quarter as a freshman in college. Seeing her is the greatest … Continue reading

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The Weeping Woman

I “live” on the internet, pretty much. Not exactly on social media, like so many. That includes my children, always on Facebook. I suppose most people “live” online these days, “socializing,” or working. Without a computer, I’d have no life … Continue reading

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My Sunshine

I was painting, one summer day, years ago, and my daughter called and asked if I would watch my granddaughter for a while. Gratefully, and happily, like a kid asked if she wanted candy, I said, “Yeah! Bring her over.” … Continue reading

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