Spring Flowers bring Joy to Life

Spring Canvas

Elements of a dreary winter canvas threatening to dull our days means we forget to notice our dormant surroundings. The winds begin to sweep winter away and...

Riddles Michigan Retired Teacher School Presentations Author Books

AND THEY’RE OFF! 

Riddles. I like them, especially the simple, silly ones. They set my mind spinning in logical circles where I often miss the ...

Holiday Cheer!

Holiday cheer! That's what I wanted to write about when I turned the calendar to December. Something full of...

Meet Me at the Local Author Book Sale

Come join the fun! I'm excited to announce that I will have a table at the Sterling Heights Public Library Local Author Book Sale on July 27, 2024 where my three books will be available for purchase. This gathering of over 70 creative Michigan authors and writing organizations will be so much fun and a great way to connect with our community during the annual Sterling Fest. Hope to see you there!

It All Depends Where You’re Coming From

You've seen it, a glass filled midway with water. You've heard the question: is the glass half full or half empty? The question implies that you must be one or the other. It's not one or the other...

What Will You Do With February 29th?

Every four years the month of February receives an extra day. I propose we make February 29th a special day, like a...

A Happy Christmas To All!

It's no surprise this has been a classic for two hundred years. On December 23, 1823, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” written by Clement Clarke Moore, was published. Today this poem is widely loved and recognized as, “T’was the Night Before Christmas.” Here are a few of my favorite parts...

What is in Your Basket?

Once upon a time... Recently I read the 16th century European fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood. This time, it wasn't the bright red riding hood that attracted me, but the humble basket...

Come Sail The Sidewalk Seas With Me

I sail along autumn sidewalks, instead of on high seas. Where windswept gold attends my steps with leafy crumble...

Harbinger

My dad and I played a game every winter. Who would see the first robin? Dad knew the robin was the...