I had a night of many dreams. A visit from Mom was my first. She looked terrific …!… and we had a very nice talk. I wish I could remember the specifics of our conversation. I can’t. But it was all good. I had another where I woke up and thought darn. It’s just a …

It’s been cloudy around these parts for what seems like a million days and ugh Winter ! a smile of sunshine every now and again would be swell, please, oh please, oh pretty, pretty please ! 🙂 ! No ? Not feelin’ it yet ? hmmm. ok, I understand and ever so patient, I’ll remain. …

Back in August of 2018 I stumbled upon a picture and I wrote these words. Build It Yesterday, I happened across this image & at a mushy mushy loss, I sooooooo am ’cause WoW. wow Thank You, carriers of Hope and Positivity and Love and Kindness for reminding me, once again, it’s easy. ♥ It’s …

This is what writing oftentimes feels like to me. A happy, little moment of !! plop !! falling into and moving those arms, legs, hands, head and body in such a way that ta-da !! Stand up. Step back … and weeee ! look !! LOOK !! or sitting by a shore, taking and adding …

I found these words as I was strolling through my archives. I’m hoping they help a hurting heart. ♥ Enjoy ♥ It was Mother’s Day in the early 1990’s. Kids were playing in the backyard, I was dilly-dallying in the kitchen when suddenly and very excitedly, she came bursting through the door. Mommy !! MOMMY …

I love how they know me so well, how their thoughtfulness inspires and how they, in their own unique way, gently motivate me to continue. Without them, I would have, should have, could have stopped so, soooooo many times and it’s because of them, I wake up before dawn each day and do & today, …

We’ve been walking together for so many days (Step By Step) it seemed a bit odd. But there I was yesterday, back in that treasure of a park strolling solo & wow. Bundled up with music in my ears, on a trail I’ve frequented so, soooooo many times, ahhhhh, tranquility filled my soul. And if you’re …

Yep. They lost. & I’m bummed. And in years past when this specific sorrow entered my orbit, I’d just throw a poem Under My Sidewalk or two The Good News into the universe and call it a day. I’d go about my moments, dodging the blues and searching for bright, with the mantra of IT’S …

ah, words. There are times when I am at a loss & times when I’ve said too much, times when I speak up & times when it’s best to stay silent. My words will heal or hurt, encourage or discourage. They can easily make a day or ! just like that ! break. My words …

are the children. And I’m wondering, how does one explain January 6, 2021 to a 5 or 6 or 7 year old ? I mean,  SANTA arrived just 15 days ago !! and we got to stay up late last Thursday !! HAPPY NEW YEAR !! night and … & what about those children or grandchildren …