“Write What You Know.”-Mark Twain

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”-William Wordsworth

You’ll notice that yesterday and today, I’ve just wanted to write simple poems…poems that come instantly, nothing profound. As a child, I wrote all the time; teachers loved displaying my poetry on the hallway and classroom bulletin boards; in school newsletters. Once my dad gave the Trinity Church in lower Manhattan my Laura Nyro-inspired poem, “Save the Children” and they printed it in their newsletter. (Laura’s great song, “Save the Country” had the line, “Save the Children.”) Today, before I rised, I just looked at my husband sleeping and I smiled. He’s just the nicest person I know and for over 30 years, he’s been my anchor in the most positive of ways!!!!

I wanted to just get up and write

Something meaningful; something deep

Instead I think of your eyes and how they pierce into me

I think of your gentleness and how it guides this family

I think of your steadfastness calming my nerves

I think of you…always you.






First Thoughts Upon Rising


“Writing is both mask and unveiling.”E.B. White

There’s a lot of melancholia going ‘round…Pete’s passing…my uncle not doing so well…mom over 90 and what may be or what will be…so before I even got out of bed, this just came to me:

We used to welcome the falling of the snow.

Fred would take the kids sledding

I’d prepare the waiting cocoa

And for one stolen moment, the world was just about us.

“I Feel That My Whole Life is a Contribution.”-Pete Seeger


“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”-Pete Seeger

The world has lost a beautiful flower, one of the Greatest Humanitarians it has ever seen or will see again: Pete Seeger. His life, his whole being, inspired me since I was a little girl of about 4 or 5 years of age when my mom bought his first long-playing LP of children’s songs for my birthday. As I evolved, got older, I saw Pete so many times at many different marches, rallies, events and at the old South Street Seaport when he first acquired the Clearwater Sloop and would dock the boat, hand out pumpkins, sing a few songs and bring along some friends to help. I remember one time, one of Pete’s young friends, Don McLean performed an unfinished “American Pie.”  Pete was an American Treasure and stood for the best of what we could each aspire to be. We will miss him.




“Joy, Sorrow, Tears, Lamentation, Laughter- To All These Music Gives Voice…”-Albert Schweitzer


I know I haven’t blogged in about 4 days; just not in the mood and this is after I renewed the blog for another year!!!!   My mom’s brother isn’t doing well, was told he doesn’t have much time and perhaps that has been getting me a little down. He’s my favorite uncle; a retired Professor Emeritus from a Pennsylvania college; a scholar whose books on some remote Habsburg Family in Vienna have been well-received; a man who marched during the Civil Rights Movement and just a loving uncle who made me laugh as a little girl when we held our seders in my bubbie’s home upstairs from my family. Even though doctors can estimate how much time a person may have, we never really know…so…I just hope my uncle remains at home and is comfortable. His major concern is finishing his book, but I heard that someone in Germany will be able to help him finish, so that is good news. He has been taken off of most meds except the Parkinson’s meds.  So, readers, keep my uncle in your thoughts. Thanks.

Other news for this day: Otis Redding released “Sitting On the Dock of the Bay” in 1968, a song that he co-wrote with Steve Cropper and the world sang along with The New Seekers when they released “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing” in 1972. Both songs gave voice to so many feelings each and every one of us have had. I know I used to teach my students “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing” and whenever Otis came on the radio, I was sitting there right with him singing.









The Cold

“I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.”-Amy Tan

Here’s a little ditty I just composed:

You’ve got to be kidding, it’s 9 degrees!

Icicles are dangling from the trees.

The basement where I write has no heat

My first cup of coffee can’t be beat.

Thinking of what must be done today

Is a short list, but meant to keep things at bay

I’ll exercise, eat breakfast, get over to Mom’s

Do what I do which equals several balms:

A balm for the heart

A balm for the feet

A balm to maintain a steady beat.

A Parent, A Child, We do what we do

The season doesn’t matter for Me and You

Just this cold gets me rattled, but I’m grateful for so much

Like my Hubby, Children, Mom, Heat and such!

So, on with the day, forward in my path

No time to waste on Winter Wrath.

**There’s a great album my husband and I listen to, especially in the winter. It’s a compilation with John Gorka, Christine Lavin, Patty Larkin, Bill Morrissey and others, it’s called “On A Winter’s Night” and truly every song is a gem. Here’s John Gorka doing Bill Morrissey’s “She’s That Kind of Mystery.”



“For as long as I can remember, the thing that gave me a sense of wonderment and renewal… has always been the work of other actors.”-Daniel Day Lewis

It has been just about 1 year since I started this WordPress blog and I just renewed today for another year. It has given me enjoyment and is, what I consider, a pleasurable way to spend my time. I do understand Daniel Day Lewis’s assertion that viewing the “work of other actors” inspires him. I get inspired by many of the blogs that I visit, follow, discover and by the many comments that I receive on my blog and the responses to comments I make on other people’s blogs.

The blog has given me all of the following things:

·        A congenial outlet for teaching and learning

·        A creative way to pass on information, new or old or revisited

·        An avenue for meeting like-minded and not so like-minded individuals

·        A place to vent hopes, concerns, aspirations, inspirations, good news, bad news

To celebrate my 1-year anniversary, let’s listen to Sam Cooke, gone too soon, born on this day in 1931.







Winter in NY

“I’m not in show business,” he said. “I’m in the communications business.”Richie Havens

The forecasters are making me very nervous, as they always do, with their expectations of a foot of snow!!!!   I go into the “What if…” scenarios: What if I can’t get to Mom’s?  What if she loseselectricity?What if we lose electricity?  If I could only, only, let everything be and let life happen cause life is going to happen no matter the worries I harbor. It’s a good morning to listen to Richie Havens, his soothing voice  helps to calm the nerves. Richie was born today in 1941 and we lost him just last year. He was a Beautiful Man and had a Beautiful Voice!!!!!  I remember seeing him with my brother at the former Anderson Yiddish Theater on 2nd Ave, oh, so many years ago. After that I did see him several times and he was always great. I’m listening to Richie’s “Follow” and am already feeling better. Happy Listening!