Category Archives: poetry

Glorious sacrifices?  I think not.

I haven’t written a blog post in eons.  Wish I could say I had a good excuse, or even a bad one.  I will cut myself some slack because I’ve been working on my book project.  Honestly, I’ve avoided blogging … Continue reading

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The war to end all wars…

In honor of the 100th anniversary of America’s entry into WWI, I would like to pay my respects to all of those men and women who faced those atrocities.  Understanding of poetry came later in life for me.  Words are … Continue reading

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Summer’s swan song

My last day at the lake for the summer is always bittersweet.  I’m so thankful for the ability to rent there for the whole summer and grateful for the time I’m able to spend there.  However, it also means my … Continue reading

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What songs are on your music device?

The main character in my novel, The Quarry’s Child, Meg Riley, has eclectic tastes in music.  Her iPod, iPhone and iPad contain a wide variety of tunes.  As a child of the 1970s, Meg’s musical foundation lies in Classic Rock.  … Continue reading

Posted in gender, life lessons, music, nature, poetry, Romance, settings, strong women, Struggles, summer, swimming, yearning | 1 Comment

Celtic symbols, W.B. Yeats and my main character….

There’s an interesting trio for the subject of this blog post but you’ll see the post is about the concept of “three.”  The main character of The Quarry’s Child, Meg Riley, is an interesting individual.  Though much of her life was … Continue reading

Posted in Carolingian Cross, Celtic symbols, mystery, poetry, strong women, triquetra, Uncategorized, W.B. Yeats | 2 Comments

The Ides of March

Yes, I’ve read Julius Caesar and know to beware the Ides of March.  What I didn’t know was why I needed to be wary of March 15th.  And now I know I don’t need to be afraid.  The term ‘ides’ … Continue reading

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