Kicking the Wickets with Yogi

I miss the elocution of Yogi Berra. He once said, “The future ain’t what it used to be.” Last night as I watched Draymond Green’s leg fly north like a sledge hammer on wings directly into the fork of Steven Adam’s wickets, I couldn’t help but remember how much better it was in the old…… Continue reading Kicking the Wickets with Yogi

Lovely and True

When they told me she left on a Sunday I felt less known My Soul less bright Aunt Shirley knew me Like a smile on a spring day Schoolgirl radiance Fragrant and cheerful I was at once young Yet old Understood No longer a child She made me strong And I watched her Grace A…… Continue reading Lovely and True