I think I qualify as a middle aged woman. And then the thought crosses my mind that if that is so, I have plans to live well past 100. This morning, though, maybe because of middle age, my brain is hopping around randomly. So here goes . . . some random morning thoughts: I’m starting…
Tag: Middle Age
Musings at Night
Night Be still says the brain But the heart can’t stop Spinning its secrets Blue knots of worry Each one tethered to bollards That won’t budge for rest Untangling knot twists One by one, each loosening A tight grip — to sleep.
Barbara Ganias Comstock 