I Remember: a poem

I remember

Walking to school,

Riding my bike,

Swim in the pool

Taking a hike


I remember

Riding my horse

Sweeping the barn

live in the city

Not on a farm


I remember


Purple and White

Piedmont Senior High

My pants weren’t tight


I remember

Seeing him first

In parking lot

Made my heart burst

He was so hot


I remember

Getting married

Living with him

Life was harried

Not a bit grim


I remember

Robi Lee’s birth

Army Reserves

I had a girth

Making preserves


I remember

Vancouver house

Dylan and Dad

Chasing the mouse

Life was not bad


I remember

Nine eleven

All the changes

He’s no E-seven

We’re here long range


I remember

His deployment

Did not know what this meant

Packages sent

I paid the rent


I remember

Being notified

The funeral

Being Terrified

feeling fried.


I remember

All of that stuff

Now don’t give me gruff

It’s in the past

Time went by fast.

I remember




An Idea Came To Mind

An Idea Came To Mind

In the car an idea came to mind,
couldn’t write it down, no hands-free.
In a fleeting moment, it was there,
A moment later, eternally it’s gone.

In the checkout line, an idea came to mind,
desperate for paper, I turned around.
People in front and people in back,
I’m stuck in the middle, without you.

In the stadium seats, an idea came to mind,
my legal pad and pencil in hand.
People talking, yelling hurray,
Watch the game, you are missing him play.

In the car, an idea came to mind,
watch the road, cars, and lights,
right of way belongs not to me,
I’m in the car when an idea came to mind.


Isn’t it interesting when people make judgments (rash ones at that) based on the location of your birth. This past week some guy on Facebook judged me to be a liberal solely based on one simple fact. I was born in San Francisco. Because of the city of my birth, I, therefore, am a liberal. Which is so far from the truth.

What is it that makes people think they know a person solely by one simple statement. San Francisco is where I was born, it is where I spent the first 2 years of my life, but is does not define me as an American or a human. If I was to be like this guy, I would think every single person in New York City was afraid of guns. Which is utterly idiotic to even think such a thing. What I learned yet again this past week is very simple.

You can’t fix stupid! Idiots will always be around and a lot of them will make rash idiotic statements based on very little fact. I can’t fix them, nor at this point in my life do I want to try. I will, however, point out the error of their ways and move on.

Hotter than…..

OK, so I’m in Phoenix visiting my daughter and her lovely family. It’s HOT here. I mean it’s almost 10pm and it’s still 100 degrees outside. I mean, REALLY???? For a Northwest girl, this weather is excessively hot, but I’m liking it. It’s so hot that the kids (my grandkids) and I went swimming at 8:30 tonight and I finally got out of the pool at 9:15pm. It was simply delightful. Well except for the cannonball contest.

Poor kids they lost that one. Lesson learned, never challenge Nana to a cannonball contest. She will beat you’re silly little rear-ends every time.

Yesterday I went out and looked at new homes. It’s very tempting to move down here. I would be closer to the only family I have and I could spend a lot more time with my grandkids. BUT that means leaving the Northwest, where I absolutely love living. So its weighing in the pro’s and con’s of staying and leaving. hum big decisions coming up.

The Garden

Cherry Tomato in a Pot

Cherry Tomato in a Pot

Purple Heirloom

As I sit here on my patio in the early evening the sun is still high in the sky. (You would understand if you lived in the Pacific Northwest. The sun won’t set until after 9:30 tonight.) The sun feels so wonderfully warm on the right side of my face, and then the cooled by the western breeze that makes the aspen leaves flicker in the wind. OH I need to water my little garden. So I get up and water with the hose.

The garden at my house really isn’t a garden at all. Two tomato plants in pots with flowers in pots surrounding them, and that is what I call my garden. I know it’s not much to look at, at least when you compare this garden to those at the corner of SE 10th and Ellsworth, where there are multiple gardens growing next to each other.

A few years have past since I first started thinking about my garden. What would it look like, how much would I grow, and then reality set in. A big garden would be overwhelming for me and as much as I’d like to grow food I’m not sure I could handle a large garden. This year I started very small.

Two tomato plants is all there is and I’m Okay with that. One plant is a cherry tomato and the other, here’s the exciting part, is a heirloom purple tomato. I can’t wait to see what grows this year. Will the purple really be purple or a dark red that maybe looks like it could be purple if the light hit it in just the perfect angle?

Well there are only 2 cherry tomatoes that I can find, but a lot of flowers and the purple has a lot of flowers as well. So time will tell what my little garden will produce. I wonder if my tomatoes will be sweet.