tears to my eyes
This is a poem about the sad state of world affairs, and about missing my…
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heaven can count
December 2014: “You’ve got good things for the, for the, for the, the, the, the….” Mom…
still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
mom and her bff gaby sing happy birthday o canada
July 1, 2014: Mom and I roll outside to sit with Gaby for half an hour before…
an alzheimer parent’s poem
I always feel sad when other care partners feel bad when their parent or parents…
i want to live
My mother was a woman of great strength and determination. A fighter. This poem…
what we see will be undone
On Friday, April 13, 2017, I found stories of abuse everywhere I turned. In…
my answer to a grandson’s quora question
Quora is a site where people ask questions, and others answer. I’m often asked about…
the forgetful still want to be valued
In March 2017, I gave my first four live BANGS(TM) mini-workshops. BANGS(TM) is the model that…
how to rock the boat and not end up shipwrecked: the school for change agents
My friend Liz Lester is rebel with a cause. Like me, she’s a passionate…