Category Archives: Poetry Friday

I left my cell phone in my pants pocket last night and — to use the passive in an attempt not to cast blame, particularly upon myself — it got washed. Friends have pointed out that it is now a … Continue reading →

I’m no longer confused about the weather. Even if my daffodils hadn’t been covered by Monday’s snowfall, I couldn’t escape the forecast for today. More snow. Big snow. “Historic,” says the Washington Post, which is calling it Snowmageddon. “Be prepared … Continue reading →

This weather has gotten me seasonally confused, in part because of all the rain and in part because our daffodils have clearly forgotten it’s January. I don’t mind winter and I love snow, so I’m sure I’ll go back to … Continue reading →