April 2025

April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
— T.S. Eliot

November 2024

Almost all caught up. Almost.

January 2025

It’s normally my favorite month, but this one was swallowed by grief.

February 2025 • Tampa

Bopping around The Big Guava

March 2025

“March is like a mischievous child. It startles, delights and vexes—all in the same day—then, suddenly, with a sunny smile, it declares total innocence.” — Peggy Toney Horton

August • September • October 2024

Some missing pages.

July 2024

“I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.” — Terri Guillemets

The Black and White Chronicles

Lee: Once you start asking those questions you can’t stop. So we don’t ask. We record so other people ask.

April 2024

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” — George Orwell

March 2024

“But why should the daffodils and tulips / Get all the praise and blessings? / My rebirth goes unnoticed- I am worthy / Of smiles and dazzled cries of worship.” — Lea Malot