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Day 9: Meetings all day

I’m tired tonight and don’t want to write in my journal.  I no longer cross-promote my website or poetry books, much less my radio programs.  It’s easy to understand, I am the only person reading these daily entries. Me and the bots. I’m going to take day 10 off and start journalling in the morning. Continue reading “Day 9: Meetings all day”

Kidnapped

This time of year I often think about my Grandma Mimi. In April 1998, my cousin Susan called late in the evening with the news. Before I could say one word she cried out “Grandma was kidnapped!” My cousin went on to give me an account of events: early in the morning grandma had aContinue reading “Kidnapped”

Kidnapped

Spring always puts me in a sentimental mood. You know, it’s all a part of that inane idea to get rid of the old and bring in the new; spring clean the garage, backyard and the soul. Some projects take up so much time I feel like they’ve kidnapped me! During the tedious task ofContinue reading “Kidnapped”

Kidnapped

Spring always puts me in a sentimental mood. You know, it’s all a part of that inane idea to get rid of the old and bring in the new; spring clean the garage, backyard and the soul. Some projects take up so much time I feel like they’ve kidnapped me! During the tedious task ofContinue reading “Kidnapped”