America is Sick.

I am very concerned for the state of our country and the future of our children and their children. America has made errors in judgement before, based upon inherent and institutional biases, i.e, slavery, women’s and gay rights, bank regulation then deregulation, trade agreements and then restrictions, but it has always managed to recognize those

Advice to my daughters.

Don’t be ashamed to cry. It means you care.

The Crow

Black oily feathers fall from the sky like a broken umbrella spinning awry twisting and turning then soaring a while until it hit our back porch with a splatt “What is that?” My nosey brother asks he prods it with a stick It squaaaaaaaaaawks ! He runs back behind the swing and drops everything, the

Encountering Millennials

Encountering Millennials Mom is 86, a child of the Greatest Generation, and shopping in Bed, Bath, And Baskets. She is looking at the register list of recommended gifts for my neice’s (her granddaughter’s) upcoming wedding shower. She was being assisted by a young woman, about 20 (a Millennial) with a red rose etched on her

Cherry Pie.

With fragile hands that once were strong she plucks the heavy fruit from the knotted branch and fills her basket to the brim She sways a little more than she did the day before as she decends the ladder and bends a knobby knee a tad more slowly on the last step that creaks before

Gun-control Rhetoric

Gun Control Rhetoric Humans are so fickle that it is only in the aftermath of violence we see the error of our ways. How fast we could have avoided all of the suffering if we would only adhere to our natural attraction to love, kindness, peace and understanding. If we could have awakened with the

The Reflection

If pain had a face it would look much like the one in the reflection in the window pane staring back at me after Eric said good by and left taking his dancing Pomeranian and Abby with him. He was heading for a local bar. That dive I met him at the first time I

Never Fear

Never fear– for all those fleeting moments in the night beneath the flames of your desire that burned brighter than the fire that watched us from the hearth, And love–a hurried whisper in the dark that brushed my cheek, lifted me then waned, pressed a sentinent memory deep between the petals in my mind, Some

Hard Rock Candy (an excerpt – wip)

Chapter I – The Phantom of Rock I’ve come to hate my body and all that it requires of me in this world — Lou Reed, the Velvet Underground, “Candy Says” (1969) WE were born in the year that Marilyn Monroe rode down a River of No Return with a handsome leading man, destined to

American Mad!

Alabama voters who went to the polls a few days ago and chose right from wrong in the best interest of their state and stood as one people to shout to the world–we are Americans!