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About Me

Most people think that I am interesting, if not a bit eccentric. I am an adventurous, high energy, low maintenance, attractive woman. I love poetry, both to read and write. I also love hiking and climbing (reasonable)mountains. My grandson Justin and I have climbed these hills around here a few times. You should check out the Wichita's http://wichitamountains.org/refuge.html if you haven't already. I design fashion jewelry. I have three children who are grown and on their own. I am a widow who has chosen not to remarry but that is not to say that I would not marry some day. I don't think of the days ahead as short, but filled with dreams and many, many things to do. There are many places I would like to see before I sleep, so many things to do! I will one day go to Florence! I would also like to spend more time with my grandson. My other grandchild, Michael, died in 2002. Since then, my daughter has taken into her heart and home a young woman, (now my granddaughter, so that makes me happy)named Cherise, who is a companion and sister to Justin. I have two sons neither of which has children. My eldest son is an Anglican priest and works in the Pacific Islands. My youngest, a son, lives near me and is a contract's resolutionist for more than one business. My children and grandchildren are the delights and hero's of my life.I have a B.S. degree in psychology with a strong minor in English. I worked with my husband who was an eye doctor and have worked as an editor since is death. But I am not working now. I love to travel and dream of going to Europe as I said above, specifically Florence. I love Michelangelo and want to see his birthplace; to walk the streets he walked as he was growing up. I've been to many states and parts of Mexico but I've yet to go abroad and I will to do that.My friends would say I’m smart, witty, considerate, compatible, and too modest. My children and grandchildren like me too, and are very much a part of my life. (if I were modest would I have said that?)I love music; classical, Dylan, Willie Nelson, Bob Seeger, Leadbelly, Ertha Kitt, Edyth Piaff. See music section.These days I read many books each year and spend many hours reading and writing poetry. Someday, I hope to publish a book of poems. Other than that, I try to get as much exercise as possible (walk daily and do strength training) and to live life to the fullest. I don't think I have ever been bored.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bob Dylan, Bill and Hillary Clinton, Dennis Kucinich, Nelson Mandela, Anderson Cooper, Bill Hemmer and I truly would have enjoyed meeting James Joyce, Georgia Okeefe, Martin Luther King and Ghandi. Most people are very interesting and meeting them would be rewarding. I especially like to meet and be around people who are smarter than I am. I know we can learn something from everyone though. When it comes to men, for the most part I like men who I am not smarter than.

My Blog

New Photo

On Saturday my friend asked for a recent photo. (you know who you are)  I just posted one. It is of me standing on the porch- in the trees. Taken this morning. (sunday)
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 00:35:00 GMT

A war in April.........another poem

A war in April   I read Eliot in April and shiver; chill in the morning sun, From the nights near freeze, and feel undone, Restless as the river. I walk. I welcome The fickle beginning Of the l...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:57:00 GMT

One of my poems (Morning)

Morning After the dark magic of night, And through a witches brew of dreams, We come to the heady awareness of morning. And as we dismantle the armor of the dark, We move into the delicate threshold o...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:49:00 GMT

A Babhdad Bombing

March 17,   Baghdad Bombing   Bombs, the tools of this war, fall like fruit from a tree un-muffled, splitting life into thin-skinned  fragments. The heavy sediment  lingers ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:31:00 GMT

A poem

A poem burns lantern like; Wakes her in the witch-magic of dark.   The rhythms Of the night drift over a great, Orange moon hung low in the sky, As the prenatal morning bursts into rosy da...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:30:00 GMT

The North Fork

Beside the N. fork of the red river I walk as the sun creeps in through an early morning fog; It is May and a prickly pear cactus clutches the earth in full bloom. The sand between my toes is c...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 11:15:00 GMT