I finally finessed my strategy in the war on weeds this spring by mobilizing hostas. It was a mandatory conscription at my backyard for all Plaintain Lily, Earth Angel and Liberty over 17 years of age. The best leafy heads were  coming to surface from their state of dormant non-existence,/… Read full post »

It is Derby Day in Kentucky. As we put on our Derby hat, cut the mint for mint julep and stir it for a really long time with Early Times, awaiting "My Old Kentucky Home" and "They are off..."

Tune in to Experts for Derby Tips.

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Remembering Erma.

 Last Straw in a Shirt

I have always wanted to inspect the straw that breaks camel’s back from up-close. It is a fascinating piece of evidence in the Sahara Desert of things broken… Read full post »

 West of Nebraska                                              &nb… Read full post »

Iron Lady                                                &nbs… Read full post »

Walking the Dog

Every day I wake up to a healthy thought

Pull on, sleeve by sleeve, the fuzzy old yoga pants

Lace up my tennis shoes, and set out to walk the dog.

Before I knew there is no dog to… Read full post »

Cowboy Powder

When the snow angels

Parachuted on Bernie’s Bowl

We were down in our knees,

                          To conquer the cowboy powder

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The wind-swept mogul glistens

in the sun. Its rim neatly folded.

A crease in the white fabric of snow

Here for a day of wind sculpting the

Slope. Holding hands up, poles hanging

I Surrender to the wind.

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I couldn’t take my eyes off the weathered leather band complete with a convex-shaped light and  finished with a dot right in the middle. The vintage band was crowning doc’s bolding head like a wreath with a splurge of white hair underneath. It was one of those medical props,… Read full post »

Robert Kirkman, the creator of the “Walking Dead” comes back home for a visit and viewing from the city of Angels. He is a transplant to Hollywood from Central-Kentucky Cynthiana, and when back home in Lexington he goes for simple pleasures. “I miss local food like DeSha’s gum… Read full post »

AMONG THE MULTITUDES

I am who I am.
A coincidence no less unthinkable
than any other.

I could have different
ancestors, after all.
I could have fluttered
from another nest
or crawled bescaled
from under another tree.… Read full post »

Danville and the Centre College is on high adrenaline rolling straight into the Norton Center for the Arts with the vice-presidential debate between incumbent Joe Biden, and the challenger U.S. Rep. Paul Ryan. It is a second time in a dozen years, Danville hosts a vice-presidential debate. There are… Read full post »

 Friends are the best thing we have at the time of transition.  Sharing the pains make them even better.  There was a time Ira and I grew our bellies together, had our daughters within  two-weeks of each other, and spoke Polish to them… Read full post »

                    My Cat

I have been chosen by a cat.

No regret. “There is no greater honor,”

She once said, “than to be picked by the cat.”

Scratching and purr… Read full post »

 (The accents are from  Venus  too:with love)

 All us creatures from Venus, no matter how small

Are beyond ourselves; in remote self-control.

Keeping in check our joy and overall luck

While Curio, the Rover’s trailblazing the track.

Its passage eight-month… Read full post »

Two doctors, a blonde and a brunnette                                           … Read full post »

“This is a place where Aphrodite

Came out of the sea foam,” he said.

Knees bent to chin, I caught the sight

Through the left-side back-seat window.

The road pictures were colored stones,

A mosaic of a kaleidoscope visor. Rosette. A cube,… Read full post »

Urszula Dudziak, Polish jazz personality who made her home in New York since the 70’s returned recently to Poland. She is one of the best Polish jazz vocalists with a fantastic five-octave voice range  and a very international career singing along Jeanne Lee, Bobby McFerrin, Norma Winst… Read full post »

I have the thing with Nora Ephron. I hold her close to my bed in place of a year-round four-leaf clover, ever since she published : “I Remember Nothing.”

It hits you right in the face: You too? Thank you, thank you.

The thing is, the title jumped at… Read full post »

I got this e-mail today from the Clowns of America who first wanted to have me as a regular free subscriber, no strings attached. And now, after a few lessons on behaviorism, and having me hooked on the color of  their voice and the cow lick of their hair,… Read full post »

It all started with me chairing the Art in Bloom 2012, the annual fundraiser for the Art Museum at the University of Kentucky. The event in February revolves around floral designers who come to interpret pieces of art from the museum collection with flowers.  Getting prepared for the event put m… Read full post »

Her Colors

Under the glowing orange

The sky separated into stripes of

pink and purple we watched  over jagged arugula

Peppered with red and yellow beet

Slices, ancient and circled like sequoias.

“She does it for me. She paints it for me… Read full post »

Dear Mr. Colbert,

What a beautiful graduation gift you equipped me with. I can’t thank you enough. Your book I AM A POLE (AND SO CAN YOU) was a big hit at the graduation party I hosted for poles apart.

Despite it being a surprise , they both arrived… Read full post »