I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
The beginnings of flight are incredibly awkward-looking…
..their forces collide continuously..it is a sound unexpectedly raw…
I blame my mother. And Kevin… And perhaps I have even learned to laugh at myself a bit.
April 20, 2019 For the umteenth time, I started writing my book. Two days ago I began, my session… Read more The Fifty-Ninth Word
January 27, 2019 The winter romances a person. “Just for a bit, just a little,” begs January with the… Read more Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
Sunday, November 4, 2018 Eleven people died this week at the hands of another person who never knew… Read more Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
August 25, 2018 Handsome. Oh, that G~d had granted me a son. Solid. He stood before me with a silent… Read more Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
And there we were, at three in the morning, dancing in the storm…running down the lane between pines, poplars and maples.