I saw this poem on a favorite site today.  It is a balm for mothers of babies who have died, and I am not one of them and pray that I never will be.…

I wrote another song today.  Here is how it goes:   Hyper dog in a little house O won’t the rain go away Dog stuck in a little house Wish he could go…

It is Friday night, and I have had most of a bottle of wine – except for the glass I spilled in the bath.  I was reading Agatha Christie.  She excites.   Whenever…

A long, weary week.  A tooth for the niece.   My son is growing, growing.   Another cycle at work, for me, of engagement, and disenchantment, and wrangling with my self definition.  I…

Check this out!   Pretty neat!  A whole new avenue for Shakespeare scholars to explore.   I have a facebook friend who is currently (and has been for absolute YEARS) getting her PhD…