Month: January, 2018

Mom–I wish I was a poet

The most influential woman in my life. Mary Elizabeth Woods Lightfoot. Dec. 29, 1913–Jan. 4, 2010.

She was not perfect, but in retrospect, it’s hard to find a flaw.

She didn’t always understand, but she loved unconditionally.

She didn’t hold a grudge that I know of.

She was a great cook, especially for the time that she was raising a family. I wanted TV dinners and Spaghetti-O’s and she was having none of that.

Her faith was everything to her. I think we all disappointed her on that score. Yet, she forgave and loved us with all her heart.


The Women in my Life (to be continued…)


I don’t think about these women very often, but they influenced my early life in interesting ways.

Aunt Helen: Mom described her as “handsome” or “striking,” meaning that she wasn’t conventionally pretty. I remember tuna fish sandwiches with potato chips on them at her apartment in Jamaica.

Aunt Edna: She was the embodiment of womanly elegance. Quiet, with a beautiful smile, and a face that listened to every word you said. I learned from her to always bring a gift when you go to visit.

Mrs. Moran: She wanted to help, influence, give. A Christmas dress from her every year.

Goals 2018

I don’t think of them as resolutions; I think of them as goals, goals for 2018. First, I want to write at least four days a week. That’s one of the reasons that I’m writing this, to start forming a habit. I want to write four days a week and on the fifth day, look for places to submit. I’m going to try to shut off the voices. You know the ones, the ones that say “You are no good! You can’t do anything! You suck!”

The other perpetual goal, it carries over each year: read the books I own.