Remembering Dad on Father’s Day

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I wrote this in either 2002 or 2003, when I was working for The Star-Herald newspaper in Presque Isle, Maine. My periodic column was called “Musings.”


This Sunday, June 15, fathers everywhere will receive breakfast in bed, golf balls, bad ties, sports videos and cards ranging from side-splitting funny to tear-jerker sweet from their spouses and children. Yep … it’s Father’s Day.

I’m planning on sending my father (he’s in Connecticut so this won’t ruin the surprise) a wine book that will allow him to make notes on what varieties and brands he likes, doesn’t like, and what foods they best complement. But I still don’t have a card picked out.

You see, my father is not an emotive man. I’ve never seen him cry or belly-laugh, although he has this great smirk and chuckle. I have seen him get mad – I get my impatience from him. Most of the time though, he’s pretty stoic.

So a mushy card that goes on and on about how I’m Daddy’s Little Girl, or some other sappy stuff, is not for me and my Dad. No, I need a card that somehow acknowledges … Read more

Random kitty tankas

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Kitty sits in the window

birds swoop by — ack! ack!

Frustration emerges now.

I want to eat birds!

I want to eat birds!


Hackles rise as space contracts

ears back, bellies shown.

first swipe, then the fur flies fast.

wounds nursed, glass broken

Mommy’s left to sweep.

Thanksgiving

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It’s been so long since I posted — I’ve got a bunch of stuff, including this Thanksgiving acrostic I composed for friends and family.

Turkey day

Have more mashed potatoes and

Apple pie.

No boiled onions please. You

Know I hate them.

Smashed turnips and carrots —

Good stuff.

I‘m going to waddle out of here.

Viewing family photo albums,

I remember

November with

Grammy.

On the beach

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Here’s a series of poems — mostly haiku and tanka — I composed while watching my sister-in-law play beach volleyball in Southern California 2 days after Christmas. Read more