I woke up this morning in my great-grandmother’s bed. It wasn’t the first time. The massive four-poster mahogany bed with a yellow silken sunburst canopy was given to me when I was sixteen, over sixty years ago. It came with my mother’s stories of growing up at Elmwood, her family [...]

(This poem is written in honor of Toni Small, the exceptional, extraordinary Zumba teacher and all of her adoring fans in Tenants Harbor, Maine) In the Zumba classI choose my spot, my special placein the front row, on the very end.From there I can seeonly the leader, as she dancesto the [...]

From my childhood in Memphis, I loved art and music and theater. I remember visits to the Brooks Museum to see the Kress collection of Renaissance art. Saturday mornings I listened to “Let’s Pretend” on the radio and on Monday nights the “Lux Radio Theater.” My parents took me to [...]

Thoughts about Emails It is said that 80% of all emails are written by women. That’s not so surprising granted the fact that women are widely considered better communicators. What really interests me today is not the individual communiqués from friends, but the barrage of forwarded mass-mailed emails, mostly from [...]

I cannot stop thinking about Robin Williams. All of his movies, the ones that made me laugh and the ones that made me cry, all of his quips and witticisms, so original, so deft, so often defining a truth so real that it is nailed to a permanent place in [...]

The Tenants Harbor poets held their 18th annual event at the Odd Fellows Hall on Friday, August 15th. A diverse group of four regulars and two guest poets read a compelling combination of funny, poignant, classic and maverick poems. Stuart Bicknell played his guitar between the readings for an audience [...]