It’s been a busy summer, and I’m grateful for that. Like my mother cautioned, “Idle hands are the devil’s work.” Maybe that’s why summers were…
Author of The Boomer Years & Cat Ranch
Author of The Boomer Years & Cat Ranch
Over the years I have experienced many apartment moves for various reasons; closer to a better job, a more desirable area, a cheaper rent, more…
Snow fence is gone A brilliant blue sky That hurts the eyes Bottle green waves crash the shore Hot sand dash in loose flip flops…
Summer day, hot and bright A promise of the shore Cerulean sky painted above Foam flecked waves on the horizon Plaintive cries of soaring gulls…
Like many children of the fifties, I grew up in the household of “waste not, want not.” This particularly applied to food. We were reminded…
Drowsy sounds. The sterile smell of an institution A blurred face moving toward me, a nurse Muffled voices over me “Stroke, poor old man.” A…