Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Co-written with Judy Minami. Originally published in LLL US Western Division’s Connections #80, November/December 1998 A multi-day conference or other major LLL gathering requires special preparation and packing. Your family may need help planning for your absence and your Area has invested in your participation at this event. You want to be alert and get […]
(Country music-style waltz, written around 1978) There’s a big storm formin’ in Cheyenne, Wyoming, I guess it’s time I hit the road; I been drivin’ all night and it’s just gettin’ light, This old diner is feelin’ like home; But I’ll give you a call, and I hope that I hear your hello At the […]
Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment He doesn’t have my Cary Grant chin He doesn’t have my eyes Or my nose Or my square jaw.
Originally published in LLL US Western Division’s Connections #68, November/December 1996 I had a bad cold last spring. And after about a week of coughing, sneezing, and general malaise, my voice finally just gave out one morning. After a few hoarse whispers indicating my condition to my husband and sons, I realized that things were […]
Originally published in LLL US Western Division’s Connections #72, July/August 1997 I often take my daily neighborhood walk in the summer during the Canadian “supper hous,†between 5 and 6 PM. I smell what’s cooking on the many stoves and grills and in the many ovens in my suburban neighborhood of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Mmmmm. […]
Originally published in LLL US Western Division’s Connections #74, November/December 1997 In the 1940s, my father would hitchhike from college in California to Cleveland, Ohio, to visit his sweetheart, my mother. He couldn’t offer to pay the driver for gas, but he could offer something else. He carried a handmade sign that he held up […]
Originally published in LLL of Ohio’s The Circle, 1989 Sway and sway Two step, dip Sway and sway again; Cheek to cheek Every night The perfect partner on the floor.
Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment Two loaves of bread in each batch. One loaf fresh, hot, and buttered for us The other into the freezer to wait.
Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment I never got to meet you, Little, tiny almost-child; You slipped away To the stars and the moon And didn’t come back To tell Mommy how beautiful they were.
I had always been saying, “I have one son and a baby.†You were still so little Even though you could stand And yell and play.
