My husband and I were in the mall. He was getting his watch fixed. I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall. Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself. Out loud. When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I am allergic to roses. When I heard the song “I Never Promised You A Rose Garden,” I was thrilled. Nothing would be more deadly to me that a rose garden. Bottom line: Never be allergic to something that everybody loves. On the news today, the lead story was a German airliner that crashed into the Alps. The father of one of the young people killed in the crash said to the other…..