Author deanna

I have to say–after having so many years of absolute chaos, and I am talking even of New York in many ways, because though it was certainly fun, it never seemed exactly stable at all. New York was the land… Continue Reading →

I’ve always thought some of my better works were on the backs of cocktail napkins. When would one be privy to cocktail napkin poems? Clearly either drinking or bartending, and both usually involved the same thing. Tonight, a last hurrah… Continue Reading →

I see that up there and wonder about my tendency to keep things lower case when I used to title the works I would post here–not sure what any of it even means in the grand schemes of things, but… Continue Reading →

There’s been some monumental shifts lately in the way things are working. It’s like finally something snapped and things are really going to be alright. I would elaborate but still feel the tendency to cloak my good news in generalities… Continue Reading →

So, I do write about this often enough through social media means—but people who have had these kinds of illnesses–dissections, heart surgeries, any number of events that could catastrophically devastate your body–we are lemons. Now–it doesn’t mean we are sour… Continue Reading →

We just got back the other day–it appears that the signs of a better life do exist in other places. Don and I spent a great deal of time in Amsterdam this past week and I can tell you there… Continue Reading →