This is something I share on January 7th of each year. Because that’s the day that marks the anniversary of the birth of the woman who birthed me. It’s a short story, and I hope you enjoy it. 1938. It was a cold day in January. In rural Oklahoma. FDR was in the first year of his second term as president of the U.S. … The rest of the story…
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I can still remember something special about that evening, at my great Aunt Bubba and Uncle Ollie’s house (yes, we actually called them that). And that’s in spite of the fact that I was only about four years old, almost 7 decades ago. My mom had just given my younger brother and me a bath. And she was about to take me out to … The rest of the story…
Through the course of my life, as a poet, I’ve written lots of pieces with no rhyme or reason to them. Well, I guess I can’t say no rhyme. Because I like the poetry to rhyme. But it’s a figure of speech meaning I just wrote them to have fun writing them. There was no underlying or covert motive. Just pure enjoyment. And that’s … The rest of the story…