I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. For me there is no more tragic, aching line of poetryContinue readingPrufrock’s Well
There was an afternoon maybe 6 months after the birth of my second child. The baby was secured in a little bouncy seat, my 2 year old playing in theContinue readingThe Day Tipper Gore Saved my Life
Since my last post, the world has closed in upon itself. The bell tolls and we’ve all retired to our respective corners. Fear more than disease seems to permeateContinue readingEvery Day is like Wednesday
