Category Archives: Personality

After More Isolation

At home 6 days a week last month was tough,but Omicron was large and kids are wee.The days were long, but there was time enoughto postpone any task, and challenge mewith some new venture, made of different stuff,but I got … Continue reading

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A Little Change

Traditions form within a week for me,and I adhere to them with loyalty.Somewhat indicative of OCD,I spend my time with regularity.Until I intersect epiphany,and notice I’m too jammed diurnally.It’s then I look at how I’m using time,and turn from solitaire … Continue reading

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The Latest Gift

It’s never easy buying gifts for Mom.She’s uber-practical – if she can’t seea need or it’s not her idea, her palmis in the air, between herself and me,declaring she can’t use it, and what’s more,insisting that I take the item … Continue reading

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For 20 Days

I write these lines on two two twenty-two.Admiring the number of the date,and knowing 20 days ahead I’ll viewan even longer set, I’ll set a goal(or 2!) for head and heart. Each day I’ll doa little thinking in a foreign … Continue reading

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Reading Three Books

A novel novel’s in my hands today,expensive and well-written, but alas,it seems to lack a plot. For English classit may suffice, but me it turns awayto open neuroscience newly bought.Then how I wish the author better taught!Too thick with anecdotes, … Continue reading

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Lit & Life

Reading the storieswas better than life,when I was youngand longing to live. Reading the storiesis better than life,now I am oldand remembering.

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She Hates Her Mom

She hates her mom, resents her, and ignoresher now she’s old and dull and not aware.I told her toxic feeling rusts and scoresthe soul, suggesting that perhaps she’d careimagining severity and soresin mother-history. She won’t go there.Her peace does not … Continue reading

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The Freakest Link

With Covid socializing, there’s a rule,unspoken but complied with in my crowd.Without offense or aiming to be cruel,the most conservative prevail. Endowedwith kids or stuck in caution’s vestibule,the edge of spectrum says what’s not allowed,and sometimes makes me glad to … Continue reading

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Sitting in a Puddle of Anxiety

I’m sitting in a puddle of anxiety.I feel a little swamped with dark uneaseabout our present plague and future destiny –I dread regression, and the rising seas,and getting older, frailer, losing words and bloodand friends who move or die in … Continue reading

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How’d She Appear?

How’d she appear, if gleaning were her goal?If chatter were to build an atmospherewhere anyone could ponder on a roll?How’d she appear? Her purpose is unusual but clear:she plants the seeds and then she cedes control,and hopes to later harvest … Continue reading

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