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Sorry, but this post, like my day, is very long. I started my work day at home before I had to run to a meeting at one of my employer’s facilities. The meeting was supposed to last for 90 minutes. After that, I was going to run to the bank to a get a form…

I figure it’s time for a “happy feet” photo. The Birkenstock photo is in honor of my sister SS. Sister SB and T, you just hush now! SS and I, we know what’s stylin’. We are groovin in our Birkys! Oh, yeah, that’s right. SS doesn’t like it when I try to make her out…

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. — Gilda…

It’s poetry month. I’m getting a late start. Don’t try to make sense of my poem. I’m not sure what it means myself. Perhaps an indication of how tired I am. I meant no harmI said to the windBlue jays cussedAs if to disagreeI’m searching for somethingMaybe identity, peace, a road mapWhat was and isIntertwined It’s…

“Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life.” I saw that quote on a greeting card at the Seasons Gallery in Hudson, Wisconsin. It’s perfectly true. And I certainly enjoyed myself yesterday evening. My friend Lynn and I drove to the Seasons Gallery to see our friend Sue’s one woman show called “Meddling…