When I meet your stormy glare, I shudder.

Blue skies darkened by muddy cumulonimbus.

Was it something I said?


Who can be sunny forever?

That faint twitch in your lip,

Feet cemented to the floor.

Can’t you talk without your hands?


Careless words better left unsaid.

A book takes flight,

A door slams tight.

Then, stony silence.

All right.

Good riddance.

One isn’t always the loneliest number, you know.

Grasshopper Pie

Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart. ~Erma Bombeck

Nobody visits my blog for recipes.

That’s not a complaint — it’s just a statement. I’m a passable cook and have never poisoned anybody, but sharing recipes here just isn’t my thing.


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One Last Goodbye

You’re in pain,

And I’m sorry.

I didn’t cause it,

Can’t absolve it.

I hate seeing you hurting.

Hate watching, helpless,

as you close off from the world

and those who need you.

Hate seeing the spark he so loved

seep right out from your soul.

Just know that I’m here

When you’re ready to talk

Or need a shoulder to cry on.

To reminisce over happier times

And sunny days.

How his eyes crinkled

When he told a joke.

How safe you felt

Wrapped in his strong arms.

How right it seemed

Spooning together through the night.

I know your house cries empty tears now.

If it’s any comfort, I miss him, too.


Note: When I wrote this, I was thinking of an older lady/friend of mine, who lost her beloved husband to cancer last year. Sometimes even our best intentions fall short, and all we can do is be there, when of course we’d prefer making it all better!

Thanks, Domer

I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite. — G. K. Chesterton, English author and mystery novelist

Wish I’d read that before asking my dear son to recommend a course of action on something we’d both been riding the Struggle Bus over.

It went down like this:

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No Regrets

You didn’t mean it, I know,

But knowledge doesn’t salve the wound.

Nor understanding ease the hurt.

You made a promise —

Gave me your word.

Then reneged, without so much as a solitary regret.

Leaving me to hold down the fort.

Tie up loose ends.


So don’t think you can come back on special occasions

Like the holidays

And everything will be as it was before.

Because I’ve moved on.

I’m stronger, braver,

And refuse to allow toxic people access to me.

No regrets, no looking back,

What’s done can’t be undone.

Mercifully, no one dies from betrayal.

Love in the Afternoon

Note: I don’t usually write poetry. This one came to me out of nowhere (after reading it, you’ll probably say I should’ve left it there!). But we’re all friends, right? So I’m open to criticism, suggestions, comments. Here goes:


He’d never believed in Love at First Sight.

Until now.

Right. This. Moment.

She cruised in, looking far more captivating

than anyone had a right to do on a Tuesday afternoon.

Wearing a black-as-midnight dress,

Silver shoes,

A come-hither look in her eyes.

And when the lights found her, she glowed.

Summoning courage, he made his way toward her.

Head uplifted, heart pounding, shoulders squared.

Would he be enough man for her?

“Sorry, pal. She’s taken.”

Stricken, he gaped at the killjoy dousing his flaming desire.

Then he saw the sign affixed to her rear window —


And his heart fell.