When I was thinking about my retirement, Laura told me to get out while I was strong and healthy, so I could enjoy my free time. Even though I feel…
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One of my biggest challenges as a retired person is all this time I have to myself. “Everyday is Saturday” is not as easy as I thought when I worked…
As I opened the gate to let my horse out, I noticed bees buzzing around a knothole in the milkhouse wall. Behind the wood they hummed like violins. With the…
The cat came back the very next day. I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away! When Onyx died, Darlene said that he…
This whole “love your neighbor” business isn’t as easy as it looks, because it’s easy to hurt people’s feelings — even easier for our feelings to be hurt. I have…
Less than a week left of writing a poem a day for Tupelo Press. This project will end on Sunday, July 30. What a rich experience it’s been to begin writing…
One thing loving our neighbor means is watching out for the other guy. It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as the Good Samaritan stopping to tend an injured man’s…
When I realized I was called to be a poet, the low hanging despair I felt since I was a girl who was raised as a fundamentalist, with every last…
Carol said I should ride Tessie as much as possible because she needs to build up her muscles to do what I ask her. And she is fat. As with…
She died last night–the hen I found two weeks ago tucked into the grass after a brutal hard rain and wind. She was out on the other side of our…