July, 20, 1969. Where was I? I was at my house on 7 Constitution drive, in Cold Spring NY. It was my mother’s birthday weekend-her birthday on July 19th and her brother’s birthday on July 21st. My mother was thrilled beyond words that the moon landing happened in between her and her brother’s birthdays. Her … Continue reading Where were you when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon?
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My Nostalgic Find
A most wonderful and nostalgic find in my recipe box a few afternoons ago; I decided to post it today and you will see why. 62 years ago today in 1957, my grandmother-whom we always called Nana-wrote down a recipe for Easy Chocolate Frosting from the back of a Baker’s Chocolate box. Nana always wrote … Continue reading My Nostalgic Find
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A Quilt Whispers
This poem is based upon a true event. Shortly after my grandfather passed away in August 1974, I found a battered worn down quilt in the corner of my grandparents' living room. I had not seen it before in all my childhood years visiting there. I carefully picked it up, took it home with the … Continue reading A Quilt Whispers
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Poetry Project Bridges the Generation Gap
As President of the Pikes Peak Branch of NLAPW, I am very proud of the Poetry in the Schools Outreach Program that was the inspiration of the collaborative book titled "Creating Students who Soar Higher Through the Poetry in the Schools Project'. Thank you Sarah Byrn Rickman for this amazing article! Visit our web site at www.pikespeakpenwomen.com for more … Continue reading Poetry Project Bridges the Generation Gap
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Enjoying Christmas…for a few days more
"There is more to life than increasing its speed" -Ghandi It has been a busy and exhausting couple of months. Losing a family member suddenly and without warning brings life to a sudden stop. Everyday tasks, schedules, work responsibilities and other commitments come to a grinding halt. You persevere, forge on and take care … Continue reading Enjoying Christmas…for a few days more
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Mornings (Will Never Be the Same Again)
Sunrise burns through the early mist,
warming me like a quilt forever shared,
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Broken Crayons
This poem needs no explanation. It was written almost twenty years ago and has not seen the light of day as it has been kept in my files all this time. It is a relevant one I feel...just as it was when it was written back in 1998. It is a common story, more common … Continue reading Broken Crayons
