Kim J is the winner of a copy of Kiss The Moon,  The Woman Speaks and Gives Grace.    It has been an interesting time for me and I am delighted for Kim to have this book.   I hope it will become a favorite for her and she will indeed find our gender and perhaps my…

On Thursday,  July 17, 2014  I will have a blind drawing for my book of poetry called Kiss The Moon,  The Woman Speaks And Gives Grace.   These poems were written during the infancy of the woman’s movement in search of equality.   What has evolved is a generation of young women who would not let anyone…

  When I ordered the bolt of burlap on the eve of my 83rd birthday,  I wrote that I did not know what possessed me to do it.   It seemed like the right thing to do.   So I started working with it and did one wall quilt and then another and another.   I am ‘at…

There is always one relationship in any lifetime that becomes more than was ever hoped for.   It stands as a beacon and throughout all life it is felt and tried as the perfection of what particular relationships should be. It is to be kept in mind, when one wishes for a relationship to develop and…

 To Change History At all times you can change your destiny.   You can continue to love in the face of rejection.  You can continue to have faith in the face of no faith.   You can continue to build a life in the face of no life.   And because you know this and continue…

           We Lift Our Heads We lift our heads as we face our Source. We  give thanks for these gifts beginning our day; a body without pain and a mind clear and receptive; a heart that beats steadily and ears that hear clearly. For these gifts we are grateful. Open us and allow…

It is nearing midnight and I am going to announce the winner of The Last Bird Sings.   To accommodate my readers from across the waters and those who work nights,  the winner is Laura Libby Jones.     I will be contacting her for essential information and the book will be on its way.   I want to…

    Felix is the Elder,  the mentor and Marshall is his student, needing Felix to teach him what Marshall needs to know.   They are out in the field with the huge machine,  lovingly dubbed by the Brothers as The Hemingway.   It is hot and Marshall is fidgeting. “Why do you say that evening can…

The Last Bird Sings is a story within a story and the form is much loved in European Literature.   It contains excerpts of my life along with my understanding of these events in the long scope of my life;  how they have shaped me into who it is I am.   How and why I view…

It sometimes is very hard to convince someone that what you see is really so.  What I have seen are icicles on the pines.     We are in Florida so this was  difficult for those close to me to believe .   This morning I ran for my cell phone which I do not clearly understand…