Still Here. Still Talking.
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This has got to be the best 6.5 minutes in BBC History, especially for a Geeky Anglophile Shakespeare Buff like me. OMG I laughed so hard and for so long. Roared, even. The neighbors must love me. This was from…
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Crying in the Purple Rain
“Little Red Corvette” was the first 45 I ever bought. It got it as an Easter gift. Well, I got it because I found a plastic egg with a little slip of paper inside that said “45 of your choice.”…
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A Jocund Company
Today I realized a dream that started in a British Literature course over 25 years ago. While I was waited for the professor to get to class, I paged through my Norton Anthology of English Literature for something I…
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The 5 Love & Apology Languages
Several years ago, I read a wonderful book called The 5 Love Languages.* It taught me how I expressed and received love, as well as how my husband expressed and received love. Once we knew each other’s love language, we…
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My Dangerous Heart
Beware! Oh, beware! My dangerous heart Its treachery knows no boundary Forever alone Forever apart It killed the love that had found me. True interest remains As long as you stay Far, far and away from it For when you…
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I Forgot to Live
I wrote this poem in Wordsworth’s Garden only a day after going to the hospital due to stress at work and loss of a support structure. Being out in the Lake District reminded me how much I had missed while…
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Lessons in Letting Go
Upon waking this morning, I slid my hand across my stomach. While I had slept, my PJs had shifted to expose some bare skin. An image came to mind. A lover’s gentle caress across my body while pulling me closer. A few…
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The Moment You Smiled
The moment you smiled The moment you laughed The moment your sparkling eyes fixed on me The moment you spoke The moment you sighed That was the moment my soul was set free The curve of your neck The shape of…
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A Meaningful Valentine’s Day
Today was a good day. A little sad, perhaps, but good. Of course it’s Valentine’s Day, which is difficult for most single or heartbroken people, but it’s also two other things for me: It’s Buster’s birthday, and I miss him so…
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Stepping Out of Hell
Yesterday was an important day. February 12th. That date has haunted me for the past four years. I’d see it everywhere, and I’d remember. Even if I hadn’t thought of it for quite some time, I’d remember when I’d look…
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