I saw a puddle it was fine, A splash or two will make it mine. I’ll leap I’ll jump I’ll make it spray, Splatter and spurt will make fine play. Copyrighted January 28, 2012 It matters not

Given the speed with which December is approaching, I wanted to share this lovely poem with you all. Many of you may have read it.  It was shared with me in a writing class last July.  By chance, I pi

    dreaming of true sisterhood women sharing talk about it to those who care women on the verge   no reason to feel alone hands reach out oceans apart sisters of the heart women on the verge   liste