After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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Greeting the New Year
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New poem, “True North”
As the evening closes in, I’m contemplating the past – times both joyful and difficult- and thinking ahead to the coming new year, and new decade, really, and hoping it’s a great one for us …
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New short poem, “Open Canvases”
Thinking today about the landscape of Missouri where I grew up. I used to love the ever-changing palette of sky, so vast and easily visible in flat, open places like ones in the Midwest, where …
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Of Childish Things
There is so much joy to be found in being silly sometimes, I know, in doing things just because you want to, with no other excuse needed.
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New poem, “Shiny Objects”
“Shiny Objects” – some cautionary thoughts as we count down the days until Christmas. So many are still out searching for that perfect something (or someone). I’m pretty sure neither exists except in our imaginations, …
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New poem, “Boundless”
Thinking about how often the different parts of myself and my life can seem to contradict each other, yet there’s room for everything to grow.
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New poem, “Morning Blooms”
One of the reasons to wake up early is watching the sun come up, especially when it so often turns gray these days. That low winter light, short as it may be, is all the …
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Finding “Fifty”
Years after they were both gone, passed away, I found this small, simple thing that brought us back together.
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New short poem, “Untold”
For someone who likes to write and communicate, I’m a very quiet person when it comes to talking. It’s much harder for me to express things verbally. Sometimes I have a hard time finding the …
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Winter In the Bones
Something in me had changed, it seemed, grown warmer and brighter with the coming cold and early dark.
