Ghost Memories

For the time being, please stop here. Let ghost memories swirl around you. Envelope you like a late winter fog smothering the last remnants of snow.

Stop running. Memories have no legs, but cannot be outrun for they are experts in the art of pursuit, relentless in the chase.

Stand firm. Relinquish power to the moment. Enjoy the leaf blessed with vivid colors as it floats down the stream. Experience its journey. The beauty of a single leaf touches the spirit more than the memory of a hundred trees.

Surrender.  Azure skies remain despite the gray. Even the tiniest bird can soar above the clouds. Flex its wings in even the strongest wind.

For the time, being please stop here. Be the hunter, not the prey. Find strength, not solitude. Ghost memories need not haunt you.



Thoughts on Memorial Day

Last summer, we brought my Dad to the cemetery to decorate our mother’s grave. I did not know at the time, but this was his last visit. As we unloaded my Mom’s favorite flowers from the car, I turned to find my Dad resting. In the final stages of cancer, he was too weak to stand. There are instances in your life when time stands still. I will never forget his expression or the realization I had in that moment…he was ready.

My Dad was the silent veteran. He served in the Berlin Crisis and for many years in the National Guard. He rarely spoke of his service and never sought praise or thanks. This week, our family received a presidential letter thanking him for his service. Today, we will decorate their grave. Thank you, Dad, and we will think of you today and honor your memory.



The Light

Hello all,

Several months have gone by since my last post. Life intervened, and two weeks ago I said goodbye to my father as he died from cancer. I did find some beauty in the end. Throughout the day, a light moved along the portraits of my family. First, my  mother who had died from cancer in 1996, and then each of my sisters. We told Dad the light had come to take him to our mother. At 6:15, the light reached his chair, and he passed. We took this picture moments after. The following morning, I wrote this poem, and my sisters and I read it at his service.

The Light

Early morning sun promises a new day,

And a light to guide him along the way.

His gentle guide illuminates the past,

Wrapped by heavenly love at last

The light kisses those he adores,

Farewell my dear children, I leave for golden shores

Comforted by faith, the day fades to gray

Journey’s end, the light reveals the way

Peace at last, his voyage complete

His love from heaven he will meet

Newport Natives Writers Group

Going home!  Growing up in Newport, NH, the Richards Free Library transformed into a second home where I would dream of magical places and adventures. I often write about inspiration in my posts, and this is where it all began for me!

On May 11th and 12th, the Newport Natives Writers Group returns for a series of workshops, readings, and discussions at the library. I am thrilled to take part in this special event with my fellow Newport writers. To learn more, visit the Richards Free Library at or click the link below.

Newport Natives Writers Group Special Event

Come see us and find your own Inspiration!