Sometimes when I’m blue
and nothing seems to do
where I go
I scrounge my Pogo books from Burke’s Bookstore. They’re cheap, used as they are. I lie in bed and read about Churchy LaFemme and Howland Owl conniving to drag Pogo into their latest scheme. I laugh. I turn the page.
These are not comics popular during my childhood, oh no. Walt...
This morning at the church service attended mainly by those living on the streets, one of the guys told me about two recent incidents when he’d been told he was an inspiration. He began the story by saying, “I’m not telling you this to to be bragging.”
I’ve known him for about a year and a half. He wasn’t telling...
Thank you so much to Luanne Castle at Writer Site for asking me to participate in this conversation on writing process.
Luanne lives in Arizona and California; our paths would never have crossed without her wonderful blog. Yet, I’ve since learned we have mutual writing friends and, out of her long list of publications, we share...
Someone left a dead mole at our front door.
I’m pretty sure it was the neighborhood cat. That sounds like a cat, right? Leaving little presents? I’d prefer to think that it was a generous if misguided cat rather than someone making small-time, horse-head-except-it’s-a-mole-body threats.
I can fill up my Kia Soul for $25.
At times, my old car...
My Goddaughter’s words of incredible wisdom on God, women, love, and empowerment: “Mama Mary and Eve’s Little Girls”
Once upon a time
and upon the loading dock
we staged floats for Mal’s St. Paddy’s Day parade.
Our first time out of the gate
we won a trophy.
I was a carrot.
I was a happy carrot.
Happy Carrot at the Loading Dock
Tasting success, we vowed to return.
We’re not liars; we returned
Our Triumphant Return
always meeting at the loading...
I’m so excited! The new website is up and running, and I’m celebrating my firsts.
The first blog post on my new website.
The first chance I’ve gotten to publicly thank my website designer, Michelle Touchette, the most talented, patient designer in the world.
The first time I’ve been a literal “talking head”—for...
The new website is up and running! Check it out!
Today as I was leaving the 8:00 church service, which is mostly attended by folks living on the streets, a man stopped me. I was in my car; he was on foot. He stood in the exit to the parking lot, flagging me down. He’d already stood before me in the hall where breakfast is served, asking me to go find the pastor. He didn’t remember...