i am grateful
I scribbled this poem during one of my writing group sessions in spring 2016 when I was still caring for my mom who lived with Alzheimer disease. I was…
I scribbled this poem during one of my writing group sessions in spring 2016 when I was still caring for my mom who lived with Alzheimer disease. I was…
Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out. You feel lost, betrayed and battered. Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what…
Today, January 28, 2019, is my sixty-third birthday. Below are some of the things, in no particular order, that I’m grateful for today and every day. When I started…
This poem was co-created with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about a different kind of climax. climax © 2019 punkie climax only you love with rich…
I’m fortunate to be surrounded by whole hosts of earthbound angels who guide and support me every day in small and big ways. I try to let my angels know…
Every Sunday I get Maria Shriver’s Sunday Paper in my inbox. I love sitting down with a cup of tea and reading her shared wisdom. This post, from Sunday January…
This morning I was introduced to these five beautiful poems by Mary Oliver (the poet herself reads them in the video below): Wild Geese Percy The Journey The Summer Day…
This poem was inspired by (and co-created with), a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about what causes us to become marked, both inside and out, and what that…
This is about the joyful experience of being in rhythm and flow, both quick and slow. mountain streams with waterfalls © 2019 punkie mountain streams with waterfalls mountain streams…
Editors at Mississippi Mills’ online newsletter The Millstone came up with a plausible (or not) explanation for a recent spate of AWOL emails from readers. Their theory inspired this…