I am so sorry for the loss of your son, which eclipses my loss of three outta five sisters (your son, "flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone") - and sorry that you're not writing (I shut down and

You look awesome in your sixties!! Lean and strong and an even better version of the you that you were 50 years ago. You wear it well, the aches and pains and exertions of the years. Love the old photos

You love Moby Dick - *I love you Stacey! * Drizzly November in my soul. Call me Ishmael. (That line inspired a character in "Good Morning, Young Lady.") How are you doing? Are you liking Mary

Ohhh, I hear you, and feel your pain, and applaud your writing style: All roads lead to Spectrum, a scourge upon the earth. Would that Earth could eat this company up and spit it out. Evil lurks among

Futuremind! Oh my, I've been away a long, long time! We need to keep sinners sinning and sick people sick, and we can't have the flat tax or accountants would be out of a job.... Love this: Love this line:

Oh dear, 20 days ago you wrote this.... if you're still at the same address, let me know, and I'll send you some Mary O!

And he thought skating and a swingset were dangerous. - Is the laugh emoji inappopriate here? Rip-tides. My husband's co-worker, during a family vacation, got swept away in one. What a terrible time to

So women who use this particular pad have a current running through their private parts when their pads get wet..... That is surreal! With more and more deaths among young athletes (all Covid-Vx'd) and

What little electricity she needed "came from dampening graphene strips and massaging them with her sore-covered hands." Her sore-covered hands. Now there's an image I can't unsee and I keep

Pigfish! It exists! Years ago a toddler at our house looked askance at our dinner. What was this stuff? (It was pork.) He likes fish but not much else. "It's pigfish," my husband said. The kid

Thank you, Sweet Silver. Here is a link to @owasco's first post about Niko:

I am soooo sorry, @owasco, for the loss of your beautiful son. To sleep, to dream, is one escape, but you will return to the land of the living because you are still a mother to others, and others need

Let me know if you already own a copy of Mary Oliver's "west wind" poetry book, or if you'd like to - I'll send you one, Stacey. :)

This one is a must-read: Am I Not Among the Early Risers Am I not among the early risers and the long-distance walkers? Have I not stood, amazed, as I consider the perfection of the morning star above

Living alone - no other human companions, that is, no more family members - so many of us have done this. Widows, divorcees, empty nesters. You have the start of a poem or a novel (or a freewrite prompt)

I'm thinking of you all the more today Stacey, alone with the cats and dear Hazel the dog, gong through the motions of the living because you are still living! You are alive! You are so very alive and

I found a website full of poems for mothers and sons. This: People say time is a big healer, but you never get over it; you just learn to cope. Over the years things like a song on the radio, or someone

That is high praise indeed! Thank you Stacey! All I really wanted these words to do was let you know how very much you're on my mind and in my heart. You've cheered ME up. You are a marvelous poet and

Wow, nearly 1300 members now--cool! And only 7 or 9 entries to the July contest with the super-enticing theme, Things we never said in the 80s. Or 70s, 0r 60s. (e.g. Text me, "where's my phone,"

Wonderful? You are too generous. :) The invites we don't get to send: somehow, that came through to you, but to most readers, would it? To have a child who doesn't thrive, doesn't celebrate the milestones