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(7) and done… time to move on

ofreidstein — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 15:09:59 +0000

Creative but stifled,

Tall, elegant, beautiful,

Raw,

And insecure.

As I sip

I taste it all,

And relive.

(6)

ofreidstein — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 15:00:55 +0000

Some years

The day just passes

Some years I am eaten alive

This year I realized

I may be the only one that notices

Other memory starters…

ofreidstein — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 15:04:01 +0000

Tex Mex spicy food

Barbeque with ice cold beer

Vodka Martinis

(4) still considering

ofreidstein — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 23:54:13 +0000

Over fifteen months,

I never heard the word,

Cancer,

Cross her lips,

When she gave up her job,

I felt betrayed,

This was not like the tollhouse,

And still I didn’t know,

Except that,

Maybe I did.

(3)

ofreidstein — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 23:22:28 +0000

Growing up as parents age,

Becoming one ourselves,

The only real guide,

Experience,

Which is really only useful after you have had some.

(2)

ofreidstein — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 14:06:42 +0000

A tall lanky Texas broad,

allergic to chocolate.

When we baked,

she’d “sneak” a tollhouse,

and spread a spoonful of vanilla ice cream on the top,

As if no one seeing (besides me)

would prevent the consequences,

As if the ice cream,

would dilute the toxin.

By the next morning,

a blemish along the lip line told the tale.

(1)

ofreidstein — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 14:05:15 +0000

I take the pitcher from the fridge,

And pour an ice cold glass of water,

As I bring the drink to my mouth,

I smell a memory of my mother…

Friday Starts National Poetry Month

ofreidstein — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 19:06:20 +0000

Friday is the first day of National Poetry Month. That would be the reason I started this blog in the first place and the reason I will open it up and attend to it again.

Looking forward to the motivation!

In Peace,
Judith

Daniel Shorr

ofreidstein — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 21:06:40 +0000

Daniel Shorr died this morning at 93 years of age. His is a voice I know particularly well from Saturday Mornings on Weekend Edition going through news events of the week with Scott Simon and giving his experienced comments on what it meant and how and if it would effect on the future.

His journalistic history includes much much much more than NPR but that is my experience of him. I refer you to NPR’s www.npr.org and to the New York Times for his bio and Obituary.

I walked into the kitchen this afternoon to hear Scott Simon’s piece on Daniel Shorr’s amazing life. I had walked in there to grab some water and something to munch on, but I found myself stopped still to listen. I did not want to interrupt the story with multi-tasking, or even moving into the bedroom to turn the radio on in there. I just wanted to hear about the man, and hear the voices speaking about him. So I stood in the middle of the kitchen, let my hands rest at my sides and I listened. Did I learn something new about him, aside that he had no qualms about making trouble I heard him sing “It ain’t necessarily so” with Frank Zappa. And then as he Scott Simon wrapped up the interview, from the other room I heard my son take the last gurgling sips through a straw and the piece ended. A delightful story, a delightful life all wrapped up.

-Judith

Saved observations till…

ofreidstein — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 15:31:29 +0000

It is difficult
to recognize, or accept or understand a problem when it is subtle.
to be secure about the origin of that uncomfortable feeling that something is not right.
to trust one’s gut, when facts do not present themselves the same way consistently.
to know for sure when another’s trusted opinions differ.
when it might not seem significant.

When is it significant enough to be sure for one’s self?

-Judith