Soon after completing my first book of poetry, Muses like Moonlight, I wrote the following poem. At the time, my intution told me that it marked the start of a new period in my writing. I began my spoken word reading yesterday at Floyd Fest – on the “Soap Box” under the “Poetree” – with […]
Although I did a lot of writing while on my recent sabbatical in Massachusetts, I only wrote one poem, and it was one I had started beforehand on my front porch at home. I’ll be reading it under the Poetree at the Floyd Fest World Music Festival today, which is conveniently held right up the […]
Number 28 in my “100 Things About Me list” states that my husband and I have the same IQ number, but for different reasons. More than one intrigued reader asked for some further explanation. So here’s the story: I found a good IQ test online, which professed to be the most thorough and scientifically accurate […]
This past Monday was the 4th anniversary of my brother Jimmy’s death. My brother Danny was destined to go a month after Jim. The photo is of my brothers, Bobby and Joey, raising Jim’s tribute flag at the 1st annual James Redman Memorial picnic, held at the Blue Hill Weather Observatory in Milton, Massachusetts, where […]
I’ve eaten a good meal and now I’m digesting it. We’re often so busy living our lives that we don’t fully absorb our experiences until after they’ve taken place. Apart from being in some withdrawal from my time at the ocean, I’m just now beginning to see how my recent sabbatical to my hometown in […]
AKA: My Little Prodigy
We drove from Massachusetts to Virginia with the ocean on our skin. My husband, Joe, flew into Logan Airport; I picked him up at the ferry, and we swam in the ocean before beginning our road-trip home, all in the same day. After a sleepover in “The Promised Land,” a state park in Pennsylvania, and […]
AKA: Taking the ocean cure… I’ve begun to look forward to my nightly walks on the beach with anticipation, almost as if I am waiting to meet a lover. Every evening has its own romance and beauty, so much so that when I awake in the morning I find that I’m filled with the sensual […]
The beach grows at low tide. There’s plenty of room for the handful of people still here at sunset to spread out. Walking back from the shore is like crossing an exotic desert after an unlikely rain. A longhaired, bearded, heavyset man is up to his waist in the ocean, casting a fishing line. Some […]
My mother’s 92 year old aunt, who we visited recently in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, is a bright star (as the blinking pin on her sweater suggests) and a shinning example of aging authentically. Originally from Nova Scotia, like the rest of my mother’s German relatives, she lives alone, has a wicked sense […]
The State Park I’m camped out in is on 4,000 acres and named for the Indian Chief who once presided over it. My excuse for heading out on my bike this afternoon is to fill my water bottles from the nearby springhouse. Mostly, I want to push through a spell of lethargy that I’m feeling, […]
I’ve been a big fan of Robin Hood’s since I was a young girl. I still am. Robbing from the rich – when they’re corrupt and abusing their power – and giving to the poor appeals to my sense of progressive politics. (And isn’t it interesting how some themes never change. Sadly, I think Robin […]
