poemcrazy…. {Great Reads}

Dear Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, You had me at, "I'm a collector of many things." Proudly stated in the opening chapter of her book, Wooldridge's lead-in to her collection of words starts by revealing she's a collector of a great many things. Hmmmm..... feels familiar..... Add her thoughts on the writing style of e.e. cummings (irreverent, playing with words while breaking all... Continue Reading →

Of All the Places….

  of all the places, i remember it best.       our house on the corner - suburban Miami circa 1970s: 3 bedrooms. long hallway. “florida” room. tall heater on the living room wall. a front porch for making mud pies. sunday dinners on the homemade table. jumping fish. spilled spaghetti.... slid right off... Continue Reading →

The Poetry We Live

I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me - combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood out - each in its... Continue Reading →

Rusty Butt….

It's Friday and my brain has been buzzing all week... with all sorts of things. Wanted to share one this morning, before I head out the door for the 'day gig.'   🙂 I say that with affection... I love what I do! I recently finished reading fellow blogger, medical doctor, and author Carrie Rubin's novel,... Continue Reading →

Finding the Words….

It's funny what we can learn from seemingly difficult situations if we just take the time and trust the process, isn't it? Lately, I've struggled with what to do when those voices inside our head take a break. Find the words and nurture the voices, of course! For as long as I can remember, words have been an important part... Continue Reading →

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