How to live to 90 — Have fun.
Thanks, Visual Communication Guy
I love language. I love to read it, write it, study it, analyze it, and I love to watch it change and grow. Recently there’s been a mini-explosion of nouns made into verbs. Things like peopling and adulting. As in, “I just can’t adult today,” instead of the stodgier, “I can’t be an adult today.”…
This young woman, Lize Bard, writes a haiku a day and pairs it with a picture she painted or photographed. It’s one of my new delights to wake up to each morning. Go there; read more.
A poem from the book, Mercy by Dvorah Simon
Short poem inspired by a photo by W.Larivee. Dry leaves as Life
What's holding you back? Are only certain people gifted or could we all be?
A short poem inspired by a photo prompt by Wendy Larrivee. Reply with your own answer to the photo.
I went in a cave today. Those of you who know me are sitting there in either dismay or disbelief. I know. Me too. I am not a caver. In fact, caves pretty much embody all the things I hate most: cold, dark, wet, and muddy and feeling trapped. And ticks, which weren’t actually in…
Don't Panic! It's still me. I just decided that I needed to match my site more to my theme, something much more, well, Simple. I loved the old theme, but I'd had it quite some years and it's been retired. So this is me, updated, fresh, clean, and simple.