The writer of one of my favorite love poems, A Birthday, was Christina Rossetti ~ a Victorian spinster. What was...
January. Dark days and long nights. Branches, black against a frozen sky. The swirl of snowflakes on bitter wind. The...
My husband has always called me his swan. When I was young and vain, I used to hope it was because of my long neck, and elegant posture. (All that yoga had to be good for something!) But he had something else in mind. “You are my swan because I...
St. Patrick’s Day is coming! Store windows are going green, and it’s not about the environment. Cardboard shamrocks hang in...
Women have always fought beside their men. Often, they led men and women into battle too! We know of many...
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