BABY BUDDY

Meet Buddy. He is a happy kitten these days. He is one of the blessed ones:  He was found, shortly after being dumped at a State park. When my neighbor first brought him home, he had to have milk because he wasn’t up to regular cat food just yet. Now, he eats well. He is

INTERESTING FUEL

I have been pondering one of the quotes from Mark Twain: “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” When I was still working as a therapist, I had more than one client do an exercise with me:

A JOURNEY

Once upon a time, a man decided to take a long journey.  he wasn’t quite sure where he was headed, so he read, thought, asked others where they had been and started a list of places that might interest him.  He organized his choices, eliminated a few and did some more research.  Finally, he had

STAND TALL

Recently, I’ve had to deal with a rather long term struggle:  Knowing who I am and feeling good about myself when others don’t seem to recognize or appreciate me. The lesson that goes with this is, others’ assessment of me doesn’t matter when it comes to my identity. or, as T. Cole-Whittaker  called the book

FOREST FIRE

Thunder rumbles; Lightning strikes the ground; Animals run As flames leap all around. Fire crews scramble, Gathering all their gear Wasting no time Emergency is here. Flames lick at trees Dry brush cracks and burns; Wind made by heat Cause flames to dance and churn. Creatures escape On foot and in flight; Hot Shots work

MARK TWAIN

I don’t know why, but I was thinking about Mark Twain this afternoon. One thing I appreciate about him is that he had a very difficult life; yet his sense of humor was renown Here are some quotes and a bit of his story:   Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. The most

CHANGES

They are subtle at first; A change in the air; Longer days or nights; Cooler or warmer. One day the trees are bare; Then they have new leaves; Before you know it, They are gold and orange. Spring’s lovely fragrance warms To summer’s pungency; Before you know it, Winter’s chill is here. Snow mixes with

AUGUST

Asters and other summer flowers are in bloom. Upstairs and down, all windows are open. Grapes, plums, apples and peaches are ripening. Unfettered children run and play outdoors. School starts next week;autumn is close at hand Touching mornings and evenings with coolness.

A NEIGHBORHOOD POTLUCK

People arrive with delicious treats, Carefully prepared; You’d think this is a famous cook off, But it’s not; It’s a neighborhood potluck. Ah here comes Mrs. Smith with goulash So tantalizing; And here comes Jane with berry cobbler It’s still hot And delicious with ice cream. Moms and dads, children and dogs all come, Ready

THE BOX

I used to live in a box, Roomy enough but quaint. All was familiar there, Even the draperies and paint. I thought I was free in my box; Able to come and go; life seemed so easy there; Yet how I  struggled so. Then one day, I found a way To leave my box behind!