MAKE SOME NOISE

Ring that bell, stomp your feet, clap your hands (wash ’em before and after please), sing out loud – make some noise! Can you hear me? This poem of gratitude is for you. Late night rounds, early morning rounds – I know what you do. All that you do. Medical staff and support staff too. … More MAKE SOME NOISE

Left Behind

  My original title for this blog, which has been swirling around in my head for months, was Look Forward. But like so many times over the past many months when I have failed to write – the push and pull of what I want to say, what I feel, leaves me confused. So I … More Left Behind

Hold It Together

Sometimes you have to be creative when you need to hold it together. You have to fix the fence with whatever nail or screw you can find and get it done.  It isn’t perfect, nothing matches, the repairs happened over the years, but it works. In this case, the fence stays up and the horses … More Hold It Together

OUT TO SEA

I met a woman today whose husband is dying. She is not sure when, or how it will all go down, but he is dying. The conversation started with us discussing air conditioning, and I am sure there was a logical progression to discussing death and impending widowhood. But then again, maybe there wasn’t because … More OUT TO SEA

I SEE THE MOON

The moon and a blue bird (look carefully at the branch in photo) joined us on our sunrise walk on Sunday morning. I would love to explain to you how the moon and the sun work, and why one can be on your left and one can be rising on your right. But that’s a … More I SEE THE MOON

SORRY NOT SORRY

  Do you know an over apologizer? Sorry, but I am one. Oh, and I am very sorry I haven’t written a post in a while. Sorry! I have been busy. Sorry, but I crawled back in bed to write this morning. I should be unloading the dishwasher and making pancakes – right? Really sorry…. … More SORRY NOT SORRY

BUSTING OUT

I have started swearing. A lot. I mean, I always swore a little, but now I am unleashed. I am busting out bad words alone in my car, behind my bedroom door, and on my walks in the woods. If you see me talking to myself or hear me through an open window – just … More BUSTING OUT