1. We didn’t wear tie dye in the 60’s. Paisley, Nehru jackets, Mexican ponchos, bell bottoms, beads, big floppy hats, and batik prints, yes; but not tie dye. 2. Although no one I knew ever said “groovy,” we did say “Wow” a lot. We said bummed out, ripped off, screwed up, and wiped out. We […]
1. I just recently figured out – while dressing in front of the woodstove on a frigid morning – why the character in “Twas the Night before Christmas” slept with a cap on. He was cold. 2. I’m so glad I live in a place where you still see smoke coming out of chimneys. 3. […]
1. We hadn’t recovered from our rowdy community Thanksgiving game of Celebrity, in which I spelled Carl Yastrzemski’s name wrong and didn’t know who Doris Lessing, was, so for Christmas we played Taboo. How Carl Yastrzemski fits into my life is HERE. 2. Why does food always taste better when eaten over the stove directly […]
1. My youngest son Dylan and his wife, Alexis, are expecting a baby in May. I can’t seem to say the words grandmother or grandchild yet (my first!), so I’m calling the baby my G-Whiz kid. 2. I told them that I would come down to Roanoke where they live to baby-sit whenever I can. […]
1. I have a fantasy poetry troupe called The Beat Mix, a play on the word beatniks. 2. My poem in which a blender figures in prominently is HERE. 3. Santa has a blog HERE. “One Hundred Things About Santa” is HERE. 4. My Asheville potter son, Josh, just got blogged by someone other than […]
1. What’s up with hunters that wear camouflage clothes, topped off with a bright blaze orange hat? Do they want to be seen or not? 2. I can tell it’s Christmas when I drive by a bunch of tires holding a tarp over hay bales and mistake them for wreaths. 3. At the book signing […]
1. My hands slipped while writing an email to my blog friend and fellow poet, Pris, and I called her Prism, which I think is appropriate seeing as how she sees the world through a poet’s eye. 2. Once I pointed out to a friend that by adding a G to her last name “Robinson” […]
1. Well, you must tell me, baby … How your head feels under somethin’ like that … Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat … Well, you look so pretty in it … Honey, can I jump on it sometime? … Yes, I just wanna see … If it’s really that expensive kind … You […]
1. I used to keep a journal just for writing what I was thankful for. This is an entry written on the fall Equinox of 1998: I looked at the trees upside down. I looked at a horse close-up. I saw the moon misshapen, jumped on the trampoline, and watched a star bounce in and […]
1. The Grief Bond: The last time I played Scrabble with Mara (shown in the photo) we were setting up the board when she pulled out an old scorecard out of the box from a game I had won and handed it to me, thinking I would want to save it. “What, do you want […]
1. Talking to my blog friend Smiler about why I haven’t joined the NaNoWriMo writing project, in which bloggers write a novel in thirty days, posting an entry each day, I said: I write so much already that I do it in my sleep, and then there’s the part of me that still considers writing […]
1. When something exciting happens and Joe hears me say, “Now that’s something to write home about!” he knows it means I’m going to blog about it. 2. Ever since I heard Bob Dylan sing “Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat,” (HERE) I’ve wanted one, but don’t know if I’d be brave enough to wear it. […]
