“When you live for a strong purpose, then hard work isn’t an option. It’s a necessity.” — Steve Pavlina hard working bee toils outdoor office eases stress collects sweet payoff * * * At Work in Outdoor Office ~ Worker Bee photo by Jan Logozzo • “Hard Work” Haiku* by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * … More Hard Work
“We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.” — John F. Kennedy virus met with care hope and love seen in the skies flyover of thanks * * * Flyover ~ Gulls’ Aerobatics photo by Jan Logozzo, Haiku poem* Appreciation by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * … More Appreciation
“Real estate is the closest thing to a proverbial pot of gold.” — Aida Louise Huxtable delightful condo upper level balconies views of trees and sky * * * Condo Listing ~ Real Estate Special • Haiku poem* and photos by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * Haiku: a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three … More Real Estate Special
“All the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.” — Leo Tolstoy life gives birth to spring little trace of winter stress just stretch marks of light * * * Opening to the Light • Haiku* and photo by Mary O’Connor © 2020 * Haiku: a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in … More Birth
“Nothing like a hot bath to ease the tension and think about what’s going to happen next.” — Sarah McLachlan FRENCH SOAP Its yellow wrapper speaks in a language with which I struggle but nonetheless convinced me to buy one sunny summer day while touring abroad. At home, this prize is stored away— a souvenir, … More French Soap
“The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” —J.M. Barrie When the swallow sings A wonderful thing Spring chance Graceful tapered wings Aerial flight, feathered king Sky dance A wonderful thing When the swallow sings Romance * * … More Swallows
In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In … More In Flanders Fields
for all Route 91 Harvest Festival victims they were holding hands they were dancing they were singing when the shots rang out Get down! Oh, God! it happened so fast all within seconds I can’t feel my legs I never left her side I love you, Laurie. I … More Pieces of Las Vegas
