Quadrille Poem: But If I’m Honest
A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words using the word “honest”, captures a surprising realization: feelings of joy on a sad day.
A quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words using the word “honest”, captures a surprising realization: feelings of joy on a sad day.
Random word sets are the basis for not-so-random haiku; find your own meaning in the wise crow and the wiser Dad.
A tried-and-true family heirloom recipe for chili that gets a very subtle kick from the not-secret ingredient: white pepper. No beans in this rich, red meat stew. Bonus track: Harvell family stories and memories.
I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening…
My dad was born 80 years ago today in West Texas as the Great Depression was coming to an end in the shadow of another Great War in Europe, a time before regular Americans realized we’d be involved in that war. With that backdrop and…
I’m reblogging this post from Father’s Day last year with a haiku for my Dad. He loved it, and died 3 days later. I miss him, on this first Father’s Day without him. But I am perfectly at peace knowing that he knew how much…
Thanksgiving weekend, eight of us family members spanning three generations packed into my Honda Pilot and headed down to the Bolivar Peninsula where I grew up. We were on a mission to visit Dad’s favorite restaurant down there, and remember him. It was a perfect…
A gift of a live and blooming hibiscus, with a heartfelt haiku to celebrate Dad’s life.
A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.
Dad tells the story of a crayon-drawn collector’s item he “earned” from an artist during a 1964 radio interview.
