Meet ‘Lady Gray’ Our beloved Bengal cat, George, left us for animal heaven some months back after a twelve-year love affair. It was a sad and traumatic moment for Julie and me…we buried George under some trees on our property, and, each morning, we look out the kitchen window at […]
Month: March 2017
So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be
So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be So, Tis An Author You Wish To Be! So, tis an author You wish to be! And, why, I ask, Do you come to me? Because, I write so Much, you say, So many pretty lines Throughout the day. True, it is my passion; It must be […]
Down & Out in San Antonio (Part IV)
Source: Down & Out in San Antonio (Part IV)
DOWN & OUT IN SAN ANTONIO Part III
Source: DOWN & OUT IN SAN ANTONIO Part III
DOWN & OUT IN SAN ANTONIO Part III
Source: DOWN & OUT IN SAN ANTONIO Part III
Five MAGICAL STEPS to dump the BLUES and Scoop Up Scads of PASTELS
Source: Five MAGICAL STEPS to dump the BLUES and Scoop Up Scads of PASTELS
Finding New Love
Finding New Love (A Country Song) Okay, call me dumb. ‘loony tunes’. or something more demeaning, but I have this impulse to share with you a country song I wrote some years back. A dinner party was just winding down at our Arizona weekend mountain retreat, and we were feeling our oats. A […]
Naive and/or Wise Observations
Naive and/or Wise Observations A – People who must have their lives constantly validated, politicians, for example, will ultimately become in absentia! B – Politics was created to satisfy Beatific games! C – Many believe that life is really simple, not meant to be so costly and Complicated by politicians. D – Clashing IQs definitely […]
A Piece of Memory
A Piece of Memory The flashlight fell from my feeble fingers into the fast- moving current of Campers Creek. In the moonless darkness, my body trembled with the awful cold and uncertainty of the moment. Uncertainty? How did I know this was Campers Creek? I was here with my club-footed cousin so many years ago…why […]
The Phantom Lady
The Phantom Lady Unnoticed, the lady came quietly into the store and stood in front of the counter. She had about her an ethereal quality, dressed in a soft burgundy and gold outfit. Her face professed a youthful beauty, yet, mystical and serene with a quiet mysterious attraction. […]
The Final Curtain 