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That Time Machine At Your Fingertips. . . .

Mamacita says: I’ve always liked this quotation. I also believe it is absolutely true. I think about it whenever I’m feeling particularly cowardly. It helps me overcome it. Words help me overcome it. I’ve always stood in awe before the power of words. With words, simple words, we can delve into the past and the [...]

Hope is the Thing That Is Left to Us, In a Bad Time

Mamacita says:  I have discovered another wonderful website: Letters of Note.  This site is edited by Shaun Usher, whom I would invite over for dinner every Tuesday and Thursday night if only he knew I existed, but of course he doesn’t, so I can only pay him homage this way. In March of 1973, E. [...]

Then and Now: What A Difference A Word Makes!

Mamacita says: I love grammar. I love the logic of it. I love how there is a name and purpose for each word in a sentence. I love how it takes a little intellect to put a good sentence together. I love the almost mathematical precision of a good sentence, coupled with the brilliance of [...]

I Go To A TED Presentation & Come Home A Better Person

Yesterday, I attended TEDxBloomington. I learned more in one day than I’ve learned in the past 20 years. Well pootie-doo, they removed all the videos! When they put them back in again, I’ll show you my favorite one. Add to it the fact that I met several old friends and made several new ones, and [...]

April is Poetry Month: William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this [...]

April is Poetry Month: Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child [...]

April is Poetry Month: Eugene Field

Eugene Field (The Children’s Poet) Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands, And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair, And [...]

April is Poetry Month: Oscar Hammerstein, Jr.

Oscar Hammerstein, Jr. You’ve Got To Be Taught You’ve got to be taught to hate and fear, You’ve got to be taught from year to year, It’s got to be drummed in your dear little ear, You’ve got to be carefully taught. You’ve got to be taught to be afraid Of People whose eyes are [...]

April is Poetry Month: Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop Sonnet I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And [...]

April is Poetry Month: Sara Henderson Hay

Mamacita says:  I could not find a picture of Sara Henderson Hay; every time I thought I’d found one, it turned out to be a bogus site that threatened to shut down my computer.  I like Hay’s poems, but apparently Google images doesn’t. So, in keeping with her poem’s theme, I chose another picture. The [...]