September wrap-up

Since I’ve been almost writing every week, it leaves the monthly wrap-up as kind of rehashing of things I’ve already talked about. But, just for fun, here’s the month in review up til Thursday of last week: I watched Barbara a couple times. I did a poetry feature for Viral Poetry Series and participated in…

August re-cap

Welcome to September. In August, I participated in an Instagram challenge called #augustbreak2020 that is created by Susannah Conway. She gives prompts for every day of the month and you post a photo inspired by that prompt. Some are easy, others are a little tough. The last day’s prompt was: August was…. My answer was…

NPM 21 / 30

It would have been my dad’s 80th birthday today. And also, Prince died 4 years ago. Feeling some things over here. ~~ This Thing Called Life Prince died on my father’s birthday April 21st so now, no matter what, they’ll always be linked not that my dad liked Prince’s music I doubt he could have…

11/17 recap

I missed posting yesterday because my day was full! I drove down to north San Diego (Poway) where I: had a big cinnamon roll and coffee went for a quick mile & a half walk on a path near a building where I used to work performed at a fun Lady Brain event had drinks…

I have so much to tell you (plus NPM 30)

I think I’ll start off with the last poem of NPM 30 (of 2018, haha). Fortunately, I have a few to choose from. It’s from the same prompt group as the last two, but the prompt was “Life is but a dream.” Sh-Boom when I was younger discovering music I turned to my parents’ records…

NPM – 15 & 16 of 30

April 15 productive morning lazy afternoon at home music & friends at night ~~ April 16 sickness came today fuzzy head & lazy bones sick day tomorrow

NPM – 14 of 30

supporting the arts through attendance & money a nice Friday night

settling in

I was so sad because I didn’t think I’d gotten any response to my last post, but then I realized I hadn’t updated my email address on my account! Thanks for commenting, Mom, Mia, and Sandy! Last week, on Tuesday night, I went to Cafe Cabaret for the open poetry reading. It was fine. I’d…

Maundy Thursday

I don’t know how in my 43 years, I’ve never heard this term, ‘maundy.’ Or realized that it’s the day of the Last Supper. I’m not too religious as you may have guessed. Today, two great men died. One I knew, the other I knew of. The latter first: Doug Sax. He owned a business…