I was strolling through the park one day, in the merry, merry month of May. This is a line from a very old Irish folk song, called "The Fountain in the Park." My grandmother used to sing all kinds of interesting songs. When I'm old and gray I'd like to teach them to my grandchildren.… Continue reading The Merry, Merry Month of May
I'm not talking about basketball, although I did enjoy watching Loyola surprise everyone. Rather, the word madness is referring to the events of the last month. If you remember, back in February, I thought I had it all figured out. Working part-time...writing more...enjoying options. Life is such a tease and I was temporarily delusional. Suffice… Continue reading March Madness
Writing has been a serious exercise in discipline for me over the last few years. And, along the way, the amount of discovery experienced has not quite matched the heap of questions that are encountered. I still don't know what the best time of day is to write. I thought it was first thing in… Continue reading Timing
Toni L. Harty 