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…

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…

Apparently, the internet wants more content from grandmothers — One of my granddaughters remarked she had been reading recently that the internet needs more content from grandmothers. She heard this comment regarding Tiktok but felt it generally applied to the internet. She said that people in her generation would benefit from mature, grounded, wholesome grandmother — wisdom. Especially grandmothers’…

I am thrilled that Main Street Rag Publishing Company has chosen to publish my first poetry book. Called Not All Are Weeping, the small book contains a number of poems about my experience of my mother’s death, along with many other topics. …