I had the good fortune of coming from a large extended family when I was growing up. There were so many aunts and uncles and lots of cousins--so numerous that I'd have to stop and count to give you exact numbers! And, on my Mom's side of the family, we all lived within close proximity. … Continue reading Here’s To Happy Trails
Keeping pace in a crowded race / With plans laid out for my stride, / I saw off the path a wounded heart / And I almost passed it by. / Yet while others ran on, I walked alone / Not knowing what price I’d pay / For walking a road never taken before / But with love, I looked for a way...
In my family when we had pets they were always dogs. The first dog I remember had a shiny black coat and dark, dark eyes. He was actually my grandmother's, but since we lived with her from time to time, by extension he belonged to us all. His name was Sparky, and my older brother … Continue reading The Passing of General
Over the years I have sung in a number of church choirs. In fact, Wednesday evening rehearsal, Sunday morning warm-up/choral leadership of worship, and participation in seasonal musical cantatas are a part of my DNA. As such, I have been under the leadership of numerous music directors. Here's a poem of appreciation I wrote for … Continue reading Opus Just Begun / Still More Work To Come
Teens and cars: one of the biggest things that Moms worry about. Even those teens who have been driving a year or two still give us Moms pause. We know the adolescent brain doesn't measure potentially dangerous situations the way we do. My following poem, A MOM'S PRAYERS, still brings a shiver to my spine … Continue reading A Mom’s Prayers
Fairy tales would lead us to believe concerning relationships that everyone lives "happily ever after." Many times that is true. Other times, death or difficulties intervene and marriages are cut short. I'm sharing with you a poem I wrote for a dear family member as he found love again after his wife of many years … Continue reading Love Found
I always remember singing, even as a small child. Voices lifted in song and musical instruments being played were a part of who we were as a family. I became a member of my church choir at the age of fourteen, and continued to sing in various sanctuary choirs for over fifty years. A few … Continue reading Gone to Sing in the Master’s Choir
No matter your spiritual, philosophical, or political persuasion, I think we can agree that our erratically beating hearts yearn to be filled with an inner calmness--one that might spill over into a mindful peace in our hectic daily lives, and a workable peace for our very divided world. So I welcome you with the English … Continue reading A Greeting of Peace