Author & Poet exploring the strength in vulnerability and the vulnerability in strength…

Here we are again… At the end of another year!

I had such big plans for 2020!

I really want to write some empowering, inspiring, hopeful words right now, but they’re not coming. They will come again but not today.

I have never been one to think the clock ticking over to a new year is anything more than arbitrary. It changes nothing other than the number we have to write on dated material and resetting the tax year… It doesn’t make us more whatever it is we want to be. It doesn’t erase whatever bad we want to ignore…


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I recently read I was thumbing through one day while reading — yeah, I was looking ahead — and came across Robert Frost and As I think about the world in which we currently live, I find myself drawn to A Collection of Poems by Robert Frost. It’s a beautiful book and one I’d been salivating over for a while, ever since I saw it in Costco several months ago. It is filled with poems that speak to my heart, my imagination, my core. Nothing Gold Can Stay, and the first thought that popped in my head was “Stay gold…


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Sometimes people are surprised to learn that I fit the description of a hillbilly, a person from a backwoods area (Mirriam-Webster Dictionary) because I’m not what people often expect a hillbilly to be. But I am.

I grew up on a farm in a “holler” in a small town in Eastern Kentucky. Both my parents grew up in the same general area where I grew up. They also both grew up on farms. My mom’s parents lived on “the ridge” above our house on the other side of the woods. My dad’s mom lived “over town” but back yet another…


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I stepped my toe into the surf Knowing if you did the same We’d be connected by The water between us The tears of yesterday Salting the sea That finds its way To the inlets and outlets To the beginnings and ends To the shores of every country Ebbing and flowing Taking the grains of sand Squishing around my toes away And bringing them back again I thought of you and knew It didn’t matter We can’t see that The ocean we share Is part of the life We don’t share Crashing toward you Breaking toward me Rushing between us…


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Earlier this week, Sam Falco blogged about exchanging letters when he was younger in his post, Letters, and it struck a cord with me. I’ve been thinking about it ever since because I remember having a whole network of friends and family that I exchanged letters with for years just like Sam did. Over time, those letters dwindled to almost zero. I occasionally have the urge to start writing letters again. I’ll buy some nice stationery. I’ll write a few letters. I’ll put the stationery in a drawer and forget about it. Eventually, I’ll feel the desire to write another…


As we’ve all practiced social distancing and self-quarantine during the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve been a bit challenged to eat the whole food plant based diet I normally do. I generally eat an abundance of fresh produce. I went to the grocery as I normally do for a few weeks but practiced social distancing, but each week I also picked up a few frozen versions of some of the things we eat on a regular basis, just in case the need arose.

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As I thought about how to prepare to be able to eat a whole food plant based diet without…


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We sit so far away Yet so close in heart Every thought holds you near Every emotion gives me hope Every teardrop mends the tears I listen for your words As we stare into the sky Looking for ways to feel We aren’t so far apart I see you on the street Step aside — six feet Keep you safe Keep me safe So that one of these days All this time alone Will lead to us being together We’ve gotten through worse We’ve survived arguments and hurtful words We’ve gone our separate ways for far worse reasons Yet now…


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As I watch reaction to the Corona COVID-19 virus, I’m struck by the extremes. I see every reaction from panic to those who are mocking anyone who takes it seriously. I have one friend who is a health professional who is mocking people for taking the threat seriously. Sighs!

I suppose I fall someplace in the middle. I don’t feel panicked. I also won’t be mocking anyone for taking the threat seriously, even if they take it a bit more seriously than I do. Perhaps they have a good reason.


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Come for tea, my friend I’ll get out the best china The delicate cups and saucers The ones with the lovely roses The ones I never use Come for tea, my friend I’ll serve only the best I’ll go to my local tea shop Buy the most delicious tea I won’t even look at the price Because you’re worth whatever the cost Will you enjoy my favorites? Or do you have your own? No matter Tell me what you like I’ll buy it for you I’ll make it in a lovely pot Serve it hot Prepare lovely scones and a…


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I’m not one to think the changing of the year changes much… It’s just another day, but I have to admit 2019 was a tough year. Friends, family, and loved ones have faced challenges I could do nothing about. I’ve faced my own challenges which pale in comparison to what people I love dearly have faced with courage and aplomb.

I’ve had to face my own limitations in ways I never anticipated, but there they were shining in my face refusing to be denied. There is only so much I can do, and sometimes even that just isn’t enough. …

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