My sometimes ride. And chauffeur. Looking forward to school’s end and the start of the summer holiday. Because... For many of you, the state...

Or you could do it that way . . . There was no lawnmower in the early days on the Berg Ranch. When the grass got long, the hay mower could b...

Okay, yes, I’m taking a little bit of ‘poetic license’ here. Even though this couldn’t remotely be considered a poem. Ahem…   Remember the...

I've been away, you may have seen That on my blog I have not been, Some catching up, I have to do, So here're some poems from me to ...

Peter, Sally, Mort and I were on our way to the library. Okay, it was wasn’t our first choice. The afternoon had started out with a peaceful...

  This is for Rena, my wonderful, wonderful, wise friend, co-conspirator and staunch supporter. I’ll miss you forever, dear sister!   Wh...

 I needed an appointment, My head just wasn’t fine, And so I called the doctor, They scheduled me for nine.   I went down to their buildin...

 Okay…I knew cravings could be…inconvenient. I never knew they could be life-changing. Story-worthy. Downright strange. Maybe I should back ...

 “My turn to do laundry !” I sat up in bed. You have to know that, immediately upon waking, I am seldom coherent. And yes, that condition fl...