In my Seventies, I have different priorities — I don’t like that I haven’t figured out the meaning of life yet. I’ve already put a lot of work into this problem—how to understand life and suffering and why people have to die and what happens after death. Or what to do about any of it. I was a…

A month of many transitions — I want to talk about October and all the transitions I’ve become aware of this month. Geographically, I am talking about October in Maine as that’s where my observations are made. Octobers are likely different in other places. Living on a farm in Maine is idyllic. Truthfully, I know I…

When running away is not an option — I suppose I could don a disguise and run off to the nearest wine-bar and sip cocktails while my husband tried to find me to make dinner. But then I’d likely overdo it and end up being driven home by a well-meaning stranger who would need to be fed, too…

I also take advantage of every opportunity to go outside — I don’t know about the rest of the seventyish population, but I have been staying indoors a lot of the day, for a lot of the days and weeks and months this past year. It is especially noticeable in winter, as right now, for instance, I couldn’t go out without…

Not “just a little adult dance recital” — I am a terrible dancer. Just ask my husband. I step on his feet, stumble around the dance floor, and can’t remember even simple steps. But when a good song comes on, I naturally want to move around. I can’t help it. Music makes me want to dance, and dancing…

“Not All Are Weeping,” my book, is in the final pre-publication stages — All my life I have thought of myself as a poet. But I didn’t tell anyone about this. Nor did I do anything about it besides writing poems for myself. I wrote them from the age of 6, copying them over and over as my printing improved until I could…

A poem from “Not All Are Weeping” — In April, my first chapbook will be published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company. This is one of the poems in the book. I love to remember the stories about my mother, and writing poetry is one of the ways I can do it. Mildred Ethel Felsberg was my mother…

Listen to the Crows Feet Podcast this week to learn about it — I have, at many times in my life, been involved in a formal exercise program. There was Jane Fonda and “feel the burn,” Denise Austin with her healthy lifestyle mantra, and Richard Simmons and his cute hair and mannerisms. I exercised with all of them at one time or another…

In a little online journal called The Ravens Perch I wrote this poem during the pandemic, after weeks of not going into grocery stores, isolating myself within the confines of my house. It is about the almost too-muchness of the experience of grocery shopping after a few months. The colors…