Whom do you think of when someone says, “Name a rock star?” Most likely our generation would think of Elvis, Mick Jagger, Paul McCartney, Phil Collins, Eric Clapton, Bruce Springsteen, etc. For me, though, my mom was a rock star! She’d be the first to poo-poo that idea! There was […]
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A gift for Arianna It was my eldest granddaughter’s Bat Mitzvah, and she was opening the gift I created for her. “Grandma! This is the best gift ever! It’s even better than the $200 Grandma Betty gave me!” Of course, I was thrilled that she liked it. I had given her […]
I’m taking care of meBecause as you can seeIf I’m not very goodYou don’t get what you should I’m taking care of meDespite the entropyJust giving you my allAt your beck and call I’m taking care of meBecause we are a “we”Both of us must be strongThe road ahead is […]
This is the story of how Ruth Bader Ginsburg (AKA Ruthie, Retired Racer) came to live with me. I’ve owned six greyhounds since 1990. My last greyhound, George Karl (named after the great basketball player and coach) died from a brain tumor. I was distraught, lost and grieving. He was […]
Looking for a composer to put this to music and make a hit song! Contact for details by clicking here. How did our love go oh so wrong?It’s why I had to write this song. How did such a beautiful thingjust become a venomous sting? There was not even a […]
Momma,I sniffed the candlethat once was yours,inhaling the fragrant lilac scentyou loved so much! The aroma smelledlike lovely lilacs,one of your favorite flowers. I lifted the lid,with a little tug,to open the candle housed in the jar. How tight the lidwas since it had not been openedfor quite some time. […]
How many poems, I wonderhave I written through the years?Some, I know, have brought a smileothers, perhaps a tear. I wrote about the day we met.You were the brightest in the room.I wrote about the Kitchen Dance.Even then you made me swoon. I wrote about the Orioleson Sunday afternoonseven when the team […]
By A.C. Cargill Memories from our childhood can last a lifetime. Mine was of Grandma’s braids. And on this warm summer day, that memory came back most vividly, for that was when I had first seen them. Grandma was half Irish and half American Indian. Which tribe was never known. […]
By Shoshana Harris I invite you to picture this: you lived through the great depression. You were an excellent student, graduating as salutatorian from high school. But hopes of going on to medical school were not to be realized, so instead you settled on becoming a secretary. You married at […]