I fear the warranty has expired on my current brain — Dear FROM LEMON, I need a new brain, even one labeled “Abby Normal” (https://youtu.be/C9Pw0xX4DXI) would be better than the one I have now except I don’t want surgery, and I doubt any doctor out there would be willing to do a brain transplant on me. …

Growing up through live music — At the time, I didn’t consider myself lucky or unlucky to be growing up in an area where you could only hear live music during the summer. But now, I feel I was very lucky. I grew up roughly in the central part of New York state, where farmland still…

Poetry that explores how those we’ve loved and lost are never truly gone. — I always feel apprehensive when reviewing poetry, maybe more so than when I’m writing the poetry myself. Some time ago, I took an online writing course, and the instructor mentioned in passing that she liked writing poetry because you didn’t need to explain poetry like you would explain a story…

A tale of two sisters — Lola Jane undid the frayed ties of her soiled kitchen apron and carefully placed it in the basin of warm water, Tide, and bleach. She’d already freed her hot, swollen feet from the cheap dingy white sneakers she wore every day, from 6 am to 6 pm. Her diner hours…

A good writer should read, but can you read too much? — Another day has gone by with my best intentions dead in the water. Oh, I got some things done: Finally mailed that touristy New York t-shirt to our pet sitter after it sat folded on a side table for three weeks. Picked up our senior cat’s “no-more-howling-in-the-middle-of-the-night” medication. Did two…

Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt #8: Pride Month — I’ll cut right to the chase. I’m glad I can’t tell if someone is LBGTQ+because I don’t think it’s my business. Unless they want to make it my business. I’ve always felt this way. What’s it to me if someone I meet identifies with the LBGTQ+ community? …

Poetry and love in motion — I felt the staccato snap of each vertebra in my spine as I lengthened and then twisted my torso into Trikonasana (Triangle Pose) and wondered how much longer I could keep looking up at the ceiling before I lost all feeling in my arthritic neck. The yogi urges me to…

A review of The Prospect by Kevin Brennan, a different kind of baseball story — First, I need to acknowledge that I did receive an advanced copy of this wonderful novel, The Prospect. But I bought it before I got the advanced copy. Just sayin’. As you might guess from the title of this post, The Prospect has to do with baseball. But, there’s a…

And name dropping Linda Caroll — So I want to see what’s like, to write for fifteen minutes without editing and then hitting publish. You’ll have to read Linda Carroll’s Medium story to know what I’m blathering about. So … there will be minimal editing. Just sayin’ I feel a little foolish for doing this because…