The path of life is never smooth, or direct, or free from detours

The snow’s on its way And Christmas is, too So now is the very best time To wish “Merry Christmas” to you. May your holidays be happy

This poem stays in my pocket Until I take it out And read it to somebody That’s what this day’s about. Thanks for listening to my words

Here lies Rob Harris He once drank a lot of beer Then he gave it up

It starts off at the lighthouse at the eastern tip of the island and continues all along Periwinkle… Shell Island Beach Club Sea Winds Cottage

Your poetry book from 1946 was recently acquired by me at a book fair in Chicago. It appears to have been lightly us… during its first go-round

Billowing clouds swirl below While a pale yellow sunlight fringes the horizon. The fury of last night’s storms Upended our travel plans

Not everyone in Florida is wealth… But there’s no doubt that some of… They stuffed their portfolios with… Because that’s what’s preferred, b… Cash is a cushion that wards off h…

With snow in California’s mountai… and trees falling down from the sk… climate change is the new normal and we don’t need to wonder about… The planet is tired of our bullshi…