My Claddagh ring lost its charm the other day. Literally. But while browsing the latest "hello, I'm single" jewelry selection to adorn my now naked finger, I had to take a second to appreciate the symbolism. Even my ring was... Continue Reading →
My Claddagh ring lost its charm the other day. Literally. But while browsing the latest "hello, I'm single" jewelry selection to adorn my now naked finger, I had to take a second to appreciate the symbolism. Even my ring was... Continue Reading →
the Periodic Writer 
Hung Up On, hanging on
Alone among the dial tone. Breathless, taken by the moment passed So much, then again nothing so fast. Time for the dissection, oh where, oh where do we begin? Hello, goodbye--how again did I leave it? Burned in my brain, but only how... Continue Reading →