Polar bear ponders
his mobile role off the ice
into carbon’s flow.
Whether Weather Can Be Weathered
23 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: David Schultz, into carbon's flow, mobile role, Norway, off the ice, polar bear wanders, ponders, whether weather can be weathered
I Saved 13 people from drowning…
20 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: at night in Vietnam, fight the panic of the victims, I saved 3 people from drowning, Lan Nguyen Kim, learn to swim, taught 1000 children to swim, the beauty ofpartnership between the fields and the water, the water is my friend

Hồ Bơi Miền Quê
I learned to swim in a cage like this too. I’m very thankful to the man who taught me to swim; later on I taught 1,000 children how to swim; I saved 13 people from drowning, diving to the ground – and fighting there vs. the panic of the victims…
it’s necessary that every human being learns to swim – I had wonderful decades in my life, swimming through rivers and lakes, in the ocean too…
For a Five Year Old
19 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: a kind of faith, after a night of rain, closest relatives, Fleur Adcock, For a Five Year Old, harshest kind of truth, I trust you, kind to snails, snail climbing up your window sill, the snail trusts you
For a Five-Year-Old
by Fleur Adcock
A snail is climbing up the window-sill
into your room, after a night of rain.
You call me in to see and I explain
that it would be unkind to leave it there:
it might crawl to the floor; we must take care
that no one squashes it. You understand,
and carry it outside, with careful hand,
to eat a daffodil.
I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:
your gentleness is moulded still by words
from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,
from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed
your closest relatives and who purveyed
the harshest kind of truth to many another,
But that is how things are: I am your mother,
And we are kind to snails.
“For a Five-Year-Old” by Fleur Adcock, from Poems 1960-2000. © Bloodaxe Books, 2000. Reprinted with permission.
Dementia Floor From Heaven
18 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: cucumbers, Dementia Floor From Heaven, fresh basil, kindness all around, Life is just a bowl of cherries!, patio, phone, private bath, radio, singing and dancing, staff and patients, sunshine, window on the world
Bob Singing and Dancing @the Dementia Floor
Bob has gotten used to the Dementia Floor:
sunshine
fresh basil
cucumbers
sunshine on the patio
opening Birthday gifts under the umbrella
radio in his private room
with private bath
phone
window on the world
friends: staff and patients
kindness all around
“Life is just a bowl of cherries”!
The Illustrator’s Resolve
16 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: bicycles, curiosity, Curious George, cycle to safety, escape persecution, German occupation, H A Rey, Hans Augusto Rey, monkey drawings, published in NY, the illustrator's resolve
To escape persecution, as a Jew, Hans Augusto Rey and his wife, Margaret, had to escape Paris just before the German occupation in 1940. Hans created 2 bicycles to use to cycle to safety, fleeing with his monkey drawings and his life. Later the Curious George books were published in New York, and Hans was listed as illustrator, and Margaret as story writer.
Folio your gems:
Cycle them to freedom’s press:
c u r i o s i t y!
Grandchildren
16 Sep 2014 1 Comment
in Family Tags: can't keep them on the lap, drift off, grandchildren, helium balloons, obscure as dust, Olivia Stiffler, rehearse for the future, slumber parties
by Olivia Stiffler
They disappear with friends
near age 11. We lose them
to baseball and tennis, garage
bands, slumber parties, stages
where they rehearse for the future,
ripen in a tangle of love knots.
With our artificial knees and hips
we move into the back seats
of their lives, obscure as dust
behind our wrinkles, and sigh
as we add the loss of them
to our growing list of the missing.
Sometimes they come back,
carting memories of sugar cookies
and sandy beaches, memories of how
we sided with them in their wars
with parents, sided with them
even as they slid out of our laps
into the arms of others.
Sometimes they come back
and hold onto our hands
as if they were the thin strings
of helium balloons
about to drift off.
“Grandchildren” by Olivia Stiffler, from Otherwise, We Are Safe. © Dos Madres Press, 2013. Reprinted with permission by the Poetry Almanac for Sept. 16, 2014
Let It Go
15 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: 40 years ago, Cousin Dana, God's grace took hold, grand new diadems, Lauren, let it go, Marge Arthen DeLoca, My Cousin Dana, my Mom released her grasp, Peter, Quenby
Dana, some 3 years later:
Dana at 2 years old with her cousins:
My Mom released her
grasp-God’s grace took hold in each:
Grand new diadems!
Woo-Hoo
14 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: anderson, forgiveness, Hanna, Hanna Anderson, let it go, owl, transformation, unclasp, wisdom, woo-hoo
You Are Invited!
13 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Blurb indebook festival, downtown Brooklyn, Hope Avenue, independent book publishers, Makeshift Society, Marriott, renovated Brooklyn, wish you could come, you are invited
Blurb is gathering her independent book publishers
at the Makeshift Society
on Hope Avenue
in the newly renovated downtown Brooklyn.
I can’t resist.
Am booked at the Marriott on the way South.
Wish you could come!
Witness the rebirth!














