Mt Sister’s Hands
MY SISTER’S HANDS My sister was golden curls, Sparkling blue eyes, A laugh that infected us With her exuberance for life. My sister’s hands…
MY SISTER’S HANDS My sister was golden curls, Sparkling blue eyes, A laugh that infected us With her exuberance for life. My sister’s hands…
Just in time for the holidays, Weaving Winter’s Magic. From a 30-year tradition of creating holiday poems and wishes for the New…
After months of being ill and being held hostage to a procedure that is six months away at best, I turned my frustration into a…
I REMEMBER/GROWING UP IN ALBUQUERQUE Crusin Albuquerque by Sally Bryant I REMEMBER I was stopped in the gallery by the painting. There it was,…
A WINTER LEGEND The old woman, a kerchief full of twigs slung over her shoulder, halted where I stood in the snow just off…
We have mourned this year. This year of cascading losses and stunning realizations. Our abiding trust was challenged: in facts, in truth, in the strength…
IF YOU MUST CRY Some days. Some days are harder than others. Some days are a little more challenging. Some days everyone gets a…
IF YOU MUST CRY Some days. Some days are harder than others. Some days are a little more challenging. Some days everyone gets a…
By Thelma on June 27, 2020 I can’t count the number of times in the last few weeks I have heard, “I am so done with the…
PLANTED IN PENNIES Do you remember the old rhyme “Find a penny pick it up all the day you’ll have good luck”? Does anyone pick…