I had finally reconciled with Santa's fall from Christmas grace, and I figured that nothing could be worse than the binder paper Christmas.
Before I moved to Page Arizona, I always thought the traditional Diné (Navajo) greeting was pronounced Yah-ta-hey. Someone just smack me.
Along with his other cemetery photographs, Bernie sent me three tombstones of literary figures. How did he know I majored in English? Perhaps Bernie is more of a kindred spirit than I thought. The first is a photo of Emily Dickinson's grave. I have few favorites when it comes to poetry, and Dickinson is easily … Continue reading 3 Graves, 2 Poems, 1 Ghost Story