Quarter ends; stress peaks, respite required.
Absent for a week: spring break.
“Will you remember me?” Seniors ask.
Summer chores: mow lawns, weed garden.
July’s silence: dodging talk of school.
Echoing halls whisper: school spirit soars.

Quarter ends; stress peaks, respite required.
Absent for a week: spring break.
“Will you remember me?” Seniors ask.
Summer chores: mow lawns, weed garden.
July’s silence: dodging talk of school.
Echoing halls whisper: school spirit soars.

I used to believe in kindness and concern…
With Mother’s Day around the corner, I started thinking about the everyday ways moms show their love. My poem She Is is a nod to those small comforts: a porch light left on, a warm quilt on a rainy night, fresh-baked bread with butter and jam. This is a revision of a poem I wrote a…
When the chatter declines to rants rife with caution signs, outrageous rumble, mumble and grumble.
Hopefully I am learning from past mistakes and will be able to move on from them. My plan is to save enough money, successfully kill the stump, and fully remove it by early spring. After that, I hope to replace and widen my damaged driveway for a cleaner landscape with greater curb appeal.
As years have passed, the music of our generation has become more than a collection of songs; it’s a cultural artifact, a testament to the resilience of memory and the enduring power of sound.
If I were honest, the thumbs up emoji is my most-used icon. I have recently learned, however, that the younger folk find that to be cold and hostile. So, to avoid unintended hostilities, I will share a top 10 list.