A day of honouring my dead.
Remembering Charles Krauthammer.
Photos of Day of the Dead celebrations in Los Angeles and an update on Uluru.
Grief is part of life, and part of me.
Little bumps in my thought processes.
I don’t write poetry. Except when I do.
Shopping in the card aisle.
A collage for Day of the Dead.
End-of-season gardening leads me to some thoughts on graceful exits from the biggest garden of them all.