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March 25, 2019

I stayed up until 2 a.m. this week because a poem was rattling around in my head. I just needed to get it down on paper. Before I knew it, hours had passed. That sometimes happens when I’m writing and editing.

Not hard to imagine someone saying, “What? And you didn’t ha...

March 18, 2019

I’d spent the morning watching the wind whiplash the daffodils, watching the dogs snuggle deeper into blankets, and working myself hard to get poems ready for a national contest.

My 20-year-old niece Rebecca and I needed a break from the house.

I located my keys, and we...

March 11, 2019

No matter what the world teaches and preaches, some things never change, especially in the country.

Country dogs eat dry dog food and scraps from the table. Right?

Dog food is a staple from town, picked up after work. Dogs expect dry food and maybe the taste of deer from...

March 4, 2019

Mute. I woke up Tuesday morning with laryngitis.

I have not experienced myself as silent before. And I am full of words!

Two people in my family are expert in whispering and swallowing their words. I have not had enough empathy for them.

The doctor says no meds needed, ju...

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