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  • Pride Goeth Before a Fall

    November 23, 2009

    • November 23  PRIDE GOETH BEFORE A FALL   In truth, pride goes wherever it wants, it’s pride.  Pride wanders alone, for no one enjoys its company.  Pride travels far but gets nowhere.  Pride rises above reality and seeps beneath the surface.  When pride wears out, love and honesty poke holes in it until it is grounded and transforms to humility.  Pride’s past is remembered with flush ...
  • Humility

    September 19, 2009

    • September 19  HUMILITY   A great woman walks my street everyday.  She carries a tall walking stick with a loop for her hand.  Each morning I see her low crown of hair and the half-smile, her friendly wave when I catch her eye.  Each morning when I see her I see the secret play across her face, humility.  This is the secret she cannot share.  I know she would sing it from the mountaintops ...
  • I am

    August 16, 2009

    • August 16  I AM   I am my own hope.The spring of willingness flows within me and makes everything possible.  I am my own dream.Colors and sprinkles fly in my mind and mix with a sprite's laugh and make me enchanted.  I am my own joy.Filled with wonder and delight, my quick turns and ready mind warm my heart and pink my cheeks.  I am my own prize.New and exciting, everyday that I am myself,I ...
  • Graft

    July 27, 2009

    • July 27  GRAFT   The bottom has been cut out, my underpinnings stripped from me.  Budding ambition whittled down, transplanted, saddled onto the rock like stock of other people’s sobriety.  Taped to the leg of my sponsor I heal and grow.  I splice my thinking with the rich ideas of improved living.  I cling to the cleft; divisions made from the people, places and things of my past leave ...
  • Renting Joy

    July 4, 2009

    • July 4  RENTING JOY   I cannot buy happiness.  No matter how much money I spend, how hard I work, I can never pay bliss off on lay away.  The angles of escape for glee are phenomenal.  I see runaway emotions and must concede ownership.  When opportunities arise for satisfaction I pay the fare and take the trip.  The boat isn’t mine to keep but the tour is forever in my heart.  I ...
  • Poodle

    July 1, 2009

    • July 1  THE POODLE   Those pointed toes, slender legs carry her across my outstretched mid.  What a blessing to be sober long enough to have never done any unseemly or frightful thing which might have caused apprehension in this firefly of a dog.  I read until she lays her neck over my mouth for her kisses and ear rubs.  She is the center of the universe and I needn’t compete.  I am ...
  • Lessons from the Turkey, a Semi-Tragic Tale

    November 30, 2008

    • This Thanksgiving we combined forces with my cousins Kim and Diane, as we always do. Some years we host and some years they host, but Bill always makes the meat (the turkey and ham) and I make pies, and Kim and Diane make all the many trimmings and more pies, and my parents bring salad and bread and my other cousins bring the ice chest filled with beverages. This year, Bill wasn't here and it was ...
  • What a difference a date makes

    October 29, 2008

    • So as I was debating whether to email this kindered spirit in Scotland, I went back to read Rob MacKenzie's blog again. Could there really be someone impersonating me as the author of Poem E? Would a blogger fabricate a story that he was in touch with a mystery poet just to garner more hits? What a terrifying world we live in when poets are impersonated and blogs rule the day. There is a ...
  • The Fake Anti-Spy Ware That Hates Me

    June 15, 2008

    •             Whenever I heard of people losing everything on their computer due to a virus, I would roll my eyes. How naïve can you get? How can you let something happen like that? You have to be suspicious of everything when it comes to the Internet. My mother worked for IBM and was one of the first people to use the Internet. She taught me that you can never click on an ad, never say ...
  • "May I See Your Permission Slip, Senora?"

    June 11, 2008

    • Guess who royally blew it? Guess who had two tickets booked to Guadalajara next week? Guess who writes books and articles and serves as an "expert" on traveling with kids? Guess who forgot the crucial detail that a parent traveling solo with a minor child to Mexico needs a notarized letter from the other parent -- no faxes, no emails, no copies -- granting permission to take the child ...