April 2021

  So… for some reason, I got stuck on the letter N. Which is odd. There are plenty of N words to write about. Among them would be niece, nose, napkin, nuts, newspaper, neighbor, nephew, nickel… But still, stuck. Until the idea came to me to write a poem. And use a poetic type that […]

For the past year, a mask has been part of our fashion statement. We wear masks to keep one another safe. But we are missing out on all sorts of facial expressions. So, in this blog post, I am posting pictures of faces. Some are photographs and some are drawn or painting. And some are

  Today, I went to see the cherry blossoms at the Japanese Gardens behind the Buffalo History Museum. These gardens were built in 1974, as a sign of friendship between Buffalo and its sister city, Kanazawa, Japan.  This year, the cherry blossoms have appeared early. Normally, in Buffalo, cherry trees bloom in late April to

  Three weeks ago, I became the foster mommy to a three and a half year old cat named Lucy, after her human mommy was placed in a nursing home and her human daddy passed away. Our start was very rocky. The cat had been torn away from all that she knew and was placed

  It’s J day! What do I write about? My favorite baseball team is the Toronto Blue Jays! No one is really talking about baseball yet. Jumping jacks? They give me vertigo! Oh never mind! Not that! How about something that we talk about incessantly? Our favorite topic of conversation these days seems to be

 “Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.  Let me see what spring is like A-Jupiter and Mars…” –Frank Sinatra If you have imagination, you can fly to the moon, dance with planets, and make stars into your friends. You can travel back or forward in time and you can go anywhere

Today, I took a hike in Buckhorn Island State Park. It was a beautiful early spring day. On my way to the park, I noticed that the forsythia is blooming, as well as the daffodils. It’s so encouraging to see all of that yellow. The forsythia blooming occurs in early spring. When that happens, you

  T.S. Eliot described April as the cruelest month in his poem “The Waste Land.” It is cruel, even though it’s the time for growth, for revival, for rebirth. Despite the beauty of the green growth, the potential for a bone chilling coldness and a sudden snowstorm is always present. Last April was an extension

  Yesterday, I went to Buffalo to talk to Janna Willoughby-Lohr about the paper flowers and seed bombs that she makes in her store/workshop, called Papercraft Miracles. The place where the paper magic happens is located in the Block Rock area of Buffalo, New York. If you were to walk by the store/workshop, you would

 Today, I shall try to avoid using any and all “eeeeee’s” in this blog post. Thou shalt go far away, thou horrid thing! Foul and corrupt contagion, fly far away. My world has grown wary of thy visit. My world has grown sad. My world sings no joyful songs for thou hast stayed too long.