Life has turned again, which it does when living with a mother whose mind says one thing and body says another. So 3 a.m. comes again and again. I can go months without reading poetry, but suddenly the words return. This one from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Into the Dark Again by…
All posts in July 2018
My favorite view and time of the day. This has been a difficult three weeks in Rhode Island, my childhood home. Usually, I play, swim, eat, drink, and rest. This “vacation” has meant taking care of my mom — in so many ways. But, I am grateful for the time with her. And I hope…