After a winter of  monotone, spring's rapid green always takes me by surprise. I forget just how green; the speed of dandelions. I ...

Way back to the pixie cut bangs and sundress. My mother kept my hair cut very short. It was stylish then, I suppose, but I dearly craved ...

Someone mentioned this week about my blog being a "lifestyle" blog. Five years ago this month, I started blogging fast and f...

with a little website... Tess Kincaid Whataya think? 

Another lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth ... I see myself as you might see me ― move room to rug, dream at each window, m...

R.A.D. Stainforth's excellent read It's the sum of the first six triangular numbers, some kind of Stoneh...

A thrill of thunder in my hair: Though blackening clouds be plain, Still I am stung and startled By the first drop of the rain:...

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that. ― Charles Bukowski sc...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by onl...

unpressed /ʌnˈprɛst/   ▶ adjective 1.  not squeezed or obtained by pressure 2.  unironed There's some fun news at Willo...

click to embiggen ec·to·plasm   ( k t -pl z m) n. 2. a.  The visible substance believed to emanate from the body of a spiritualisti...

artist proof, to Phyllis, 1978, by J. W. Rice (click to embiggen) I scored big at G-Dub (my local Goodwill store) this week. Not onl...

I'm adding some of my photos to flickr, a few at a time.  If you'd like to take a peek, click HERE  for my page. A pict...

What's up with Willow these days?  Have you noticed?  She posts a measly poem once a week. That's it. Could it be, after four ye...

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again a...

Beige I stand just as I have for many years in a noisy kitchen full of familiar faces repeated stories caugh...

It was November―the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roame...

celebrating my second birthday October 20, 1958, Brown County, Indiana October is my favorite month.  It also happens to be the month ...

my vintage rosaries click to embiggen I'm not sure exactly how I contracted the passion for collecting, but the sy...

It started last week, when I was thinking about hurricane Irene, the possible flooding, those who would be without power.  My mind took o...