I was just doing the final walkthrough before an Open House (we’re selling our house) when I noticed the Art Room floor was wet. Looking up at the sagging ceiling tile, I hollered for help . Ric came to the rescue, removing the tile and letting the rush of water free. At our age, we […]
We climbed so highthis mountain of manmade obstacles – I remember the rage,no more than 9 –how helpless it felt a girl in a man’s worldbut I climbed anyway,we climbed anyway and, instead of a hand upwe get this? Patriarchybe damned! Your days arenumbered. Mark my words. (Image my own)
Your photography is always so lovely. Just to let you know–I’ve moved from Keyhole Poetry to new blog (j.a.case–name changed also) 🙂
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So-so–just wanted you to know where I’m blogging, since you’ve enjoyed my comments/responses to your posts 🙂
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