Start of Something Big
I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger… Read More »Start of Something Big
I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger… Read More »Start of Something Big
Before she died, she wore an orange ruffle to her 100th birthday party, now photographs on the walls, earth-tone paintings, the same shade as a… Read More »Honey Cake
I will miss you the most in the evening after the dishes are put away and I’ve retired to the bedroom knowing there’s nothing on… Read More »The Bottom Line
I’ll tell you the story of the heart poacher, a man with a hunger for hearts. how he rides all day in a wagon looking for one… Read More »Heart Poacher
We all know the story: Eve plucks the apple from the Tree and God shows her and hubby Adam where to find the time clock.… Read More »A&E and the Story of Retirement
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite… Read More »Changelings in a World of Broken
no daily warbles bringing each other up-to-date, take-offs and landings, welcome homes and toes curled around each other in bed, retreat inside my nest, gather… Read More »Heart Broken
what a Chabad past telephone poles to the top of the World Trade Tower brought me back down to earth thinking it wasn’t me who blew out the candles
and maybe it will be a promised land when values can run wild
and trump the Trumps everywhere
The cry of Canadian Geese stirs leaves. She climbs a tea tree, hides her clothing behind a rock. Her naked thighs shimmy along each knot of bark.