Sorry, picture kind-of skewed. My mother lost her eyesight from a detached retina in the 60's. A tragedy, because my mother was a pianist, a poet and an artist. She could do none of those things after she lost her sight. (or, at least, she thought she couldn't) Saint Cecelia by Lois Jean Guthrie … Continue reading SAINT CECELIA By Lois Jean Guthrie, poet, artist and musician
When all earth seems to sleep in drifts of snow Suddenly a cardinal may sing And skeletons of dead leaves madly blow Among the newly burgeoned buds of spring; Half past midsummer’s forenoon simmering Sumac with one crimson leaf as plum Becomes fall’s herald; southbound geese take wing From frozen fields that harbor a perfume … Continue reading Web of Grace by Lois Jean Guthrie
I thought this might be a great platform to bring up the very scary non-fiction topic of Diabetes. Two major diabetic groups Type 1 diabetes, usually starts at birth---your pancreas doesn't work very well and Type 2 diabetes, onsets later in life. The former you'll probably need insulin, the latter, medication and diet control. For … Continue reading Diabetes, You and Me
"It is rare however that I’ve found one that hits the mark of damaged people and relationships as well as author Patricia A. Guthrie has done with ‘Waterlilies Over My Grave’" Hmm. This was a cut and paste from a review for "Waterlilies." This was a glitch in my copy and paste technique, but I … Continue reading Doing’s at Guthrie’s Writing Cottage: What I’m reading.