Category Archives: Memoir
Objets d’Art
Why do I want more rugs when I’ve run out of floor And more paintings when I’ve run out of wall And more lamps when I’ve run out of table? Today I bought three plates knowing I already have so … Continue reading
Life Coach
I am eager to give good advice, even Champing at the bit because I know just what you should do I was born to be your coach Your spiritual director I want to fill in your dance card And dictate … Continue reading
Death
Writing about death is like homeopathy You do it in the hope That taking death in small doses Will somehow reduce its impact, maybe Even help you accept death A little death essay here A death haiku there Trot out … Continue reading
Wisdom
You would think that Being seventy-five I would know things Have wise woman insights And discernment That I would not be subject to petty fears and confusion You would think that The specter of death just around the corner Would … Continue reading
Clutter
I threw away half my clothes Everything I wore when I was fat and All the suits and fancy outfits from my working days Along with everything dowdy, worn out, stretched out, pathetic I have three things left in my … Continue reading
Credit Where Due
Sometimes when I hear Mothers say very seriously That their greatest achievement is their children I squirm inside In embarrassment for them After all I have children too Wonderful people, beautiful and kind and creative Smart and loving But children … Continue reading
I Notice an Absence
I find myself in an awkward position In need of a friend Now, when for all these years I avoided Unnecessary relationships And was pleased to be alone With my husband and my cat and My collection of this and … Continue reading
