A Real Prince of a Guy

When I was a little girl

Many years ago

I dreamed of finding

A handsome prince 

And making him my beau.

But I grew into a plain lass

Tall with gangly limbs

And no prince deigned to

Take my hand and

Realize my whims.

So I nurtured imagination

Focused on my brain

Some considered 

Me odd as I grew,

Ever against the grain.

Then Studly came

Into my life and 

Took on the role of prince

And even through our

Ups and downs

I’ve been so happy since. 


I’m already missing my Studly who’s holding Doright Manor together in my absence.

Tuesday Poem

Tuesday’s child,

Full of grace

Excluded from


Saved from

Woe, by two

Dozen hours

Or so.

Fickle time

Declares which

Gifts might be 


Based on a stroke

Of luck or the

Hands of a


Tick tock.


As a child this poem always bothered me. It seemed to put poor Wednesday at a disadvantage from birth, while Sunday got all the good stuff. Hardly fair!  Always interested in justice, that’s me. Oh, I was born on a Friday in case anyone’s keeping tabs.

Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good in every way.

Peace, People!


Places I’ve never been

Are my favorite destinations

I cannot wait to place my

Feet on new-to-me land.

Don’t get me wrong;

I’d have been a terrible



Scared of snakes,

Petrified of the unknown,

Reluctant to venture 

Outside the camp’s 


Still, there is a large

Part of me that needs the

Thrill of driving on 

New-to-me roads, of

Treading on new-to-me

Sidewalks, of eating

New-to-me foods.

  Like an overgrown 

Child on a raucous


For the very first time:

Hands in the air

Stomach in my throat


Antigua, here I come.

Peace, People!

Monday Poem

Please spare me your Monday hate

Your “weekend’s over” ire.

Approximately one-seventh of one’s

Life is spent on Mondays.


Disparaging Mondays is akin to

Putting down the first (or second, or third, etc.)

Decade of one’s existence.

Let’s revisit our relationship with

Monday. Put a crown on it, 

Cloak it in ermine-trimmed velvet and

Parade it through the halls of your


Name a rum drink in Monday’s honor:


Now let’s celebrate!

Holy Grail Trail

When did purchasing a simple thing like traveler’s checks turn out to be the equivalent of searching for the holy grail? Banks, for the most part no longer offer them. AAA doesn’t sell them. I had a lead from one bank that there was a rumor that another bank might still sell them. Nope. I could order checks from American Express, but they might or might not arrive before I depart on Wednesday. 

I guess I’ll be traveling with cash then. I just remember the days when one could walk into one’s bank and buy the darned things. Did I hallucinate?