This poem is for my husband … Radames. He often says the title as we walk this journey of life together watching nature unfold and
I wrote this happy memory about 2 years ago on an older blog, my first. I was so happy to be wondering around on this
“There I am Sunday boxing with Claire and then Wednesday night she and Ram are performing the last rites over me. What the heck?”
Its mud season here in upstate New York.