Of My Mother, and of Life, Thirty Years Later

It’s Mother’s Day, and a young poet friend has been three days without his mother. She died suddenly and unexpectedly in her sleep. What can one say, except, “Friend, you are not alone?” I’m thankful that he has many friends and family to look out for him. Eventually, it is my hope, he will feel…

Two Letters, Two Brothers, Ten Years Apart

A TBT for today about two letters, written about a decade apart, one by me and one by my brother Jeff when we were 9 and 10 years of age. It still gives me giggles and foggy glasses every time. Source: Two Letters, Two Brothers, Ten Years Apart

Christmas Songs, Spongebob–and a Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye

I’ve been going back over some of the holiday posts I’ve made on this blog since I started it back in 2008. What follows here is an adaptation of one from two years ago, that is worth coming back to. Besides it sort of ties into the one a couple of days ago about not…

Stop Asking If People Are Ready for Christmas

Do you want peace on earth? Would you like to spread good will toward women and men? Then please, for the love of god, reindeer and all that is sacred and sane, stop asking that damned question! No, seriously, stop it. What are you thinking? What is wrong with you people? Stop asking others, “Are…