A milkshake is plopped down in front of me just as I decide to skedaddle. How can I possibly enjoy this guilty pleasure when my boss, the head of the English Department, the man I’ve crushed on for ten years, is sitting at the diner counter like a solitary cowboy with his gun (well in this case his silver pen) cocked and ready for battle? (click here to see Part I, Diner Dilemma) Continue reading
Abodes, waiting for a vaccine, waiting for
Peace of mind, waiting for life to
Pierce our inertia with hope that we can soon say
Yes to traveling and hugging and eating out again? Continue reading
Pick my own potatoes, pasta and peas.
Finding culinary delights adds to the fun
I fill my cart, happy with my shopping deeds. Continue reading
The beauty, the splendor of bare branches is
sometimes missed by its seeming simplicity.
Each limb holds its own grace and strength,
and yet the union of each to one single trunk
magnifies and signifies the greatness of ONE. Continue reading
What do you see
When you peer at me
Through my window screen? Continue reading