Open-Mic Poetry Reading

Coffee and Oatmeal It’s 6:10 AM on Monday morning, January 6, 2020. I’m out of the house and at my favorite coffeehouse. I have a tall Pike Place Roast coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar. Writing, walking, paying property taxes, house cleaning, and doing household budget/tax stuff is on my day’s agenda… Continue reading Open-Mic Poetry Reading

I’m A Person of Daily Routine

Return to Normalcy It’s Thursday, January 2, 2020. I’m at my regular table at my usual coffeehouse, enjoying a tall Pike Place Roast coffee in a “for here” cup. What’s a “for here” cup, you ask? It’s china instead of a paper cup. I also have oatmeal for breakfast. I just mixed the brown sugar… Continue reading I’m A Person of Daily Routine

The New Normal

I’ve been a widower since April 12, 2018. That’s the date my wife died. We had been married since 1974. That’s a long time. Sometimes I feel like she died yesterday. The memories are still very fresh. Just this week, I attended the funeral of a friend’s wife in the very chapel where my sweetheart’s memorial… Continue reading The New Normal