WOUNDED BIRD

The Russian brute destroys lives By killing, by grief, by loss. Cities, towns, and villages Racked and ruined By soldier brutes who follow t...

The other night I caught the end of Key Largo on TCM. As I watched, another film noir that I'd seen many years ago came to mind. If my...

To be honest, my spirit of the season is pretty weak. My hope is that the spirit is alive and well in my dear friends and any who read my po...

Yesterday, September 13, 2020, would have been our 59th wedding anniversary if Tom was still alive. I thought I wouldn't post publicly...

Easy-care Flower Garden Pink Rose, white Rose, Old Roses ask for little. Autumn pruning tames the wildness. Lily-of-the-Nile, blue and white...

Yesterday, I'd written a few words about my state of mind and heart since my husband, Tom, died last year. This morning, I looked at my ...

Day before yesterday was the 58th anniversary of my marriage to Tom. Yes, Friday the 13th! How fitting. We were not married on a Friday, bu...

The other evening, I watched the first three episodes of To Serve Them All My Days . We watched the series when it was shown on Masterpiec...

Since Tom died, I am not myself. I hardly know who I am. After being one of a pair for so many years, I seem to have lost my identity. Whe...

I Want You Back! Tom, I want you back! Not sick, Not in pain, not far too thin. I want you back as you were, Not young, in your fi...