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People buy all kinds of trinkets and items for souvenirs on their travels. Magnets, postcards, t-shirts, hats, bumper stickers and so on. On my trip to Madeline Island, my souvenir was Diane. My first full day on the island found me at the beach. I decided to go for a walk down the mile and… Continue reading Madeline Island Part Two: The Best Souvenir Ever

I thought of this while siting on the beach last week at Madeline Island. The birds were in the sky chasing the wind. Anyhoo, I have said it before…A poet I am not…but every now and then I like to dabble. Untitled This is as close as they will ever be To touching each other.… Continue reading Madeline Island, Part One

A storm blew through today. The thunder rumbled for two hours before it actually rolled in. The lightning hissed and kept coming closer to the house. I saw a flash right outside of my window and jumped as my breath swiftly departed my lungs. Instantly, a boom so loud, my dishes vibrated on the shelves.… Continue reading Fearless

For nine plus months I couldn’t hold my daughter or kiss her. I was helpless when she got sick. I could only fret from afar. I had left chicken noodle soup and tea for her on the front porch. My heart sank with aching agony. The taste of fear coated the back of my throat… Continue reading Untitled

They held each other close. They held each other tightly. They danced to a tune only the two of them could hear. They softly spun and swayed while the world around them fell apart. It didn’t matter to the elderly couple because they had the music. And in the music, they had each other. They… Continue reading The Dance

My porch has become my new favorite spot to just hang out and chill at the end of the day. Many nights I take out my notebook and do some writing.....this is what I came up with last night..... Front Porch             She holds court from her throne on the front porch. Her eyes scan… Continue reading

“Does your mommy make you wear hand-me-downs?” The sneering tease stung Cara deeply. Cara had her own sense for fashion, compared to the average seventh grader. Peculiar had been her chosen style. It had been the eighties and kids, including cool kids, crude kids, and every other kid in between, shopped at the mall. Cara… Continue reading Bullies

I loved to swing when I was a kid. I loved to swing when I was a teenager. As a grown woman if the opportunity should arise, I will sit down and swing as high as I dare. I might even push the limits, swing to the highest point and lean all the way back… Continue reading Swinging, Singing and Pushing the Limits

There is a chicken in my basement. Well, actually it’s a rooster. His name is Chicken Hawk and for the last seven months he has given my son something to occupy his time during Covid lockdown. He came to our little farm with sixteen of his downy peeps as a three-day old chick. Like his… Continue reading There is a Chicken in my Basement

Once upon a time, about ten months ago, I would spend hours in the mirror teasing, spritzing, sculpting and more spraying with my industrial sized bottle of hair cement. Over the last few months, like most people during COVID-19, the need to wear anything other than leggings became normal, quickly followed by the need for… Continue reading Hairspray