And Now for Something Completely Different: Milton, the Pussy Cat

Very recently, my husband-to-be (except I haven’t officially proposed yet, which is alright because neither has he, but we both agree on the eventual outcome) has moved into the house, and life here couldn’t be better. Well, since I not too long ago moved down here from the much smaller third floor apartment, there are still walls…

Smarty Cat

Milton, the cat was getting into the book shelves again. Damn, I knew his meow was starting to sound smugly philosophical. And to think I named him after a great poet.

Poetry Readings and Kitty Cat Heaven

This morning I had the pleasure of reading some of my poems at the Joseph Priestley Memorial Chapel in Northumberland, Pennsylvania. The first Sunday of each month the local Unitarian Universalist church holds a service of music and the spoken word, and I was honored to be asked to participate, as well as to read…