- If I Only Had a Picture
- Home: January 15, 2008
- Miss you, Dad!
- Another Graduation in the Can!
- Weekly Challenge Post #2: Curves (in Seattle)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
- More FUNna!
- Deer Fence
- A Feeble Fable
- You seem a bit unapproachable today . . .
- The Flora and the FUNNa at Descanso Gardens
- Thought for the Day: Water, the New Ice Cream
- Call It Art
- Nature’s Hallelujah!–A Hummingbird Story
- Outside My Office Window
- Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
- Telephone Booth!!!!
- Mama’s got a new toy . . .
- Spent #2
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I’ve checked email and blogged and Facebooked and edited and posted pics. I’ve made coffee and gluten-free peanut butter cookies. Ate said cookies. With coffee. Skyped with family in Austria. Cooed at grandchild . . . after waking her up. … Continue reading
Love is a kiss, a peck, and a passion. It’s a tender touch and a vacuumed floor. It’s a bitten tongue when being right is less important than the painful memory. Love is a hug that warms to the middle, and sometimes … Continue reading
Love me with your words. You feel it in your heart and know it in your head, but across miles, I can’t feel it. I can’t feel it in pithy quotes and Youtube samples, FB funnies and brain-teasing games. I … Continue reading
Gentle dripping days, a soft soak on a sucking parched sand, makes me smile, umbrella in hand, camera in hand–a balancing act fed by passion and sighs.
Once again, I woke with a migraine. As I lay “suffering” (add strings here), I got poems forming in my head. I don’t know if it’s creative genius, Motrin-induced stupor, or just crazy; but at any rate. this is my … Continue reading
Outdated, discarded, once as orange as a pumpkin, now more a cantaloupe—speckled one, at that. Wind battered and dust rusted, once showroom shiny, now no one’s dream. But I found you—you with your boy toy grill, a faded smile in … Continue reading
It doesn’t matter if there were three wise men or two or twenty; what we do know is there were three gifts; and when they arrived, the family was in a house. So put the crèche wise guys somewhere in the garage … Continue reading
Soft these moments, obligation at bay, pain at bay, mentally baying at a delicious, warm moon. Soft, quiet, life on mute for this moment of soul sating beauty.
I had a poem running around in my migrained head, it flitted in between jabs of pain in the wee hours. Something about molten red and ribbons and burning a hole in my searing brain–no wait. That was the migraine. … Continue reading
With lapping water, repetitive, hypnotizing, and cool breezes easing mind and body, summer’s scorching heat is quenched.