Sunday Poetry: The Dracena That’s Outgrown It’s Pot
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreSay Goodbye and Good Luck to the Good Folks at Borders
I remember what life was like in the western suburbs of Cuyahoga County before Borders moved in. At the time we had only one bookstore within a ten mile radius. That shopworn independent had been there for years. The inside was, at best, disheveled; the stock was low, and the people behind the counter never wanted to…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: We are the flower
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreJoan’s Daughter’s Wonderful Blueberry Pie–with apologies to Wanda
Remember Joan, the pie prize winner whose daughter made a fabulous blueberry pie and won a prize at the fair, only to have it disappear before the second round of judging? I received so many requests for the recipe after I ran Joan’s story, that I begged her to ask her daughter if she would…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: A Moment Seen, Forever Known
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreSeat Twelve People in a Room, and What Do We Get? A Verdict You Might Not Like.
Last week before the Casey Anthony verdict, I sat in a room at George Washington University and listened to a group of law students argue a case. Since I’m friends with one of the law professors, I’ve done this before, perhaps half a dozen times. Any given night during moot court sessions, there might be six trials…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: Your One Wild and Precious Life
Welcome to Sunday Poetry, and yes we have a new photo. It seemed time. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink…
Read MoreOur Grand Prize Winner in the Great Pie Prize Giveaway
First a big thank you to all who emailed or contacted me through my Facebook page to say that you had bought your copy of Sunset Bridge or were on the way to the bookstore to do so this week. It was so gratifying to get that wonderful response, and I’m delighted so many of…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: I Offer No Apology
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to tell us what…
Read MoreOur Fourth Winner in the Great Pie Giveaway
Today our fourth and final pie prize box heads off to one lucky contestant, and it includes the pictured cookbook from one of my favorite Shenandoah Valley restaurants among many other goodies. Find out who won at the end of this post. Sorry you missed the contest? You didn’t. Don’t forget there’s still the grand…
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