I’m not depressed, exactly, but I’m not my bouncy old self, either…
What are you afraid of? Violence? War? Homelessness?
In which my intrepid husband knocks himself out to make my day….
In the midst of your crazy-fast lives, some of you may have noticed that after a trickle of short-lived resurrections on my […]
In which I share my lack of love for January 1sts…
This poem accompanies my blog article, “A Time to be Born and a Time to Die”.
Written to make myself smile during a hard time.