I was too calm at work. Something had to be wrong. Then I realized that I had left my phone at home—on the kitchen counter–probably under the bread wrapper. It was the same unnerving peace I felt on a vacation last summer–when we left the dog with friends.
Smudge is a hybrid, a schnorkie-poo, who, in the thankful absence of rats, is obsessed with one thing—the perfect blend of dye, felt and rubber toxins that is the … Read More… →
I have been trying to find the right words to express what it felt like sitting on the beach last week in North Carolina last week on vacation. It was a feeling on insignificance, but yet peace. I was going to try to put my words around a blog, but decided to try my hand in poetry. Indulge me!
Your waves crash on the beach Your breeze blows across my face Read More… →
66 years ago, this poem was proudly cut from the newspaper and placed in a scrapbook. My grandmother, Melanie Vier McAleer died just two and a half years ago at the age of 94–an accomplished woman by any standard, winning a national doubles championship in tennis for women over 70.