Rod McKuen “. . . I stand ready yet again To learn a new geography If that becomes a necessary thing to do. Meanwhile there’s certain sureness in the dark parts of the house, for you’re still hiding there.” Rod McKuen was the first poet that I discovered, on my own,...
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To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ View of the Cloaca Maxima, Rome By Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg The Maxima Cloaca is Italian for greatest sewer, not a very romantic title or subject for a painting, and not...
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The Christmas Cactus A few days before Christmas, last month, I went out to check the plants around the pool, and cut a few herbs. I was stunned and delighted, to see tiny pink nubs forming on the ends of my Christmas cactus. I felt like Mrs. Walton, for a tiny moment!...
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Sitting By My Bedside “One sure window into a person’s soul is his reading list.” ~ Mary B. W. Tabor ~ What are you reading? Are you looking for your next great read? Here is a look at what is sitting by my bedside, and which I am pleased to recommend....
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Charles M. Schultz Museum Charlie Browns Home As a homage to Cartoonist everywhere, I offer you a peek at the Charles M. Schulz Museum, located in Santa Rosa, California. Peanuts was the first comic strip, which I remember reading. As a child, I had been introduced to Charles Schulz...
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Pot Roast I love happy memory foods; in fact I think so much of what we make, for those we love is about creating or re-living happy memories. My mother made the best pot roast, I have ever eaten, a large roast was often a financial sacrifice so it might be a...
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Civil Rights Memorial “But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.” ~ Amos 5: 24 ~ It was dusk when we arrived, at our day’s destination. For some time, I had wanted to see this Memorial in person, and worried with the setting sun...
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Katty by Anthony Ruiz Today It was a beautiful day to say bye to you The sun was shining The skies were blue for you Flowers arranged from yellows To pinks To whites To blues All to bid farewell to you Your calls won’t be received anymore Those random chats I used to...
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An Opossum at Midnight Hearing the slightest rustling of leaves, I looked up and saw this baby opossum hiding, in the bougainvillea. He stared at me, not moving an inch, as I clicked away; but refused to provide me with an action shot!
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The Punchline She looked around the non-descript room, trying to determine where she was and how she had arrived in this massive swath of grey, there were neither doors nor windows, just a long line of people, all who appeared to be in the same state of bewilderment, as her. It was mostly...
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