Oh, Erma. Writer, life philosopher, mother. Wise-cracking soul sister. We have so much in common. Upon pouring through your endearing articles, essays and books, I can’t help but be grateful for everything you managed to teach me about life and parenting – before I ever really experienced either. In the 70’s and 80’s, your books lined my mother’s book shelves. […]
High School Reunion; What Remains the Same
A week ago, I attended my 30th high school reunion. I graduated in the mid 80’s when Madonna, the late, great Prince, and “new wave” music were flooding the scene. Back then we were a sweaty, hormonal, swirling mass of leg warmers, headbands, asymmetrical hairstyles, neon clothes, high-top Reebok’s, popped collars, fake ID’s, and black rubber […]
So Little She Was
*This is a “tumble out” poem. “Tumble out” is my term for a poem without punctuation on purpose. It is meant to be read quickly, without regard for cadence, rhyme, or pause to reason in one fell swoop. Words that tumble out, without revision, are both raw and real. Eat it all at once, and […]