4 November 2020, Somewhere in the MidwestIt feels as if we are keeping a vigil.Nov 5, 2020Nov 5, 2020
To My ChildYou will always be little on the inside, no matter how old you grow. As long as I am alive in the world, your first moments here will be…Oct 4, 2020Oct 4, 2020
The End of Summer and a New BeginningA Wisconsin summer seems always to die more gracefully, more subtly than it is born. For its raucous birth is heralded by spring storms…Sep 16, 2020Sep 16, 2020
The Insight of the ElderlyI am currently enjoying late middle age. I have a lot of friends of a similar age, and many who are of the same generation as my son, as…Sep 14, 2020Sep 14, 2020
Goddess of MousesA prayer I wrote after contemplating a toy mouse left behind by one of the cats. I imagined the toy mouse lisping this prayer to its…Sep 11, 2020Sep 11, 2020
Day of Fire, Day of DeathI wrote this some years ago so that I would never forget. Sadly, there are those who have forgotten the shock of this day nineteen years…Sep 11, 2020Sep 11, 2020
My Own BrigadoonI am a performer at Bristol Renaissance Faire. I volunteer to spend every weekend there from June rehearsals through Labor Day. It is a…Sep 6, 2020Sep 6, 2020
Tall CornMy mother’s parents, the ones my brother and I refer to as Grama and Grampa, lived on Sycamore Street in Sycamore, Illinois when we were…Aug 23, 2020Aug 23, 2020
