Today, I made it to the beach. And lucky for me, the book I borrowed from the library yesterday begged to follow. So all day long, it was just me and Margaret Atwood. Sharing.
Selma has been in low spirits. The Icecream vendor has put her in a better place. But she will sit with her emotions for awhile. Hope all is well in your corner of the globe. Blessings.
Friends, Moments ago I added my website to participants' list. Now need to sit pretty & wait. See you inside? There's still time to acquaint yourselves with the goings-on for this festival. And none better to inform you & "Share The Wealth" than Poet/Author Maureen Thorson herself? Please read.
Where do children learn about criticism and pet peeves? From imitating adult behaviors, of course. Children learn what they see, adapt behaviors from others, and test boundaries as they get older. If you feel children today have become more cynical and aggressive, you're probably right. The good news is that we still have time to help change them to be more generous, less critical, and exemplary ambassadors of peace.
Are you #IAB ? In the poop of it, I offer my opinion on this mind-boggling paradox of the times we're living in: insurmountable venues for entertainment, yet we’re bored, and life is downright boring. How is that possible? #SMH
The human behind the words: An introduction.
This is why I want to turn things around and ask those ghosts without verdancy of decency: “What would YOU do if your mother asked YOU?”
Stream of consciousness post. Can you help me to figure this out please. Thanks.
My first (& second) American Sentence Poem. With scientific insight from the book, The Hidden Life Of Trees by Peter Wohlleben.
It's cold. I send you warm thoughts to ward off the cold snap of winter.
It hasn’t snowed in my area this year yet. And so I dug into last year’s photos when we got our first icing of the year on the last day of Christmas, Epiphany. From the Three Kings, yup– all 6 centimeters in one evening! Please enjoy these poems nestled in my happy place.
The morning sun wafted in with a peculiar scent of yore that took me traveling to yesteryear with nostalgia. I remember, I remember.