She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

A year jammed full of adventure and misadventure, strides forward and many steps backward, another year in my topsy-turvy, Jekyll-and-Hyde existence.

Don't go a-hunting for a moose where there ain't no moose to hunt.