Ever since I returned to work after a brief furlough in April, I’ve felt like Bill Murray trapped in Groundhog Day.
I’m thrilled to announce that an anthology that two of my poems were included in, As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad, is now available on Amazon. Thank you so much to the editors for including my poetry! Indie Blu(e) Publishing is thrilled to announce that As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad in now available on Amazon … Now Available: As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad
By the end of the month, the trees in North Carolina will have lost the rest of the leaves clinging to them.
There are a few zoos and parks in the Charlotte area that I visit repeatedly, and every time I go back to one I tell myself the same thing. I am not taking pictures this time. But I do anyways, unable to ignore the compulsion to document every place that I visit with a photo essay. My last visit to the Carolina Raptor Center was no different. I promised myself that I wouldn’t leave with 40 pictures of birds I have already seen multiple times, and a few hours later there I was, angling for the best shots of my favorite vultures. At one point I realized I had been left behind by my husband and sister, and hurried around a corner to catch up. I found them in front of a new display housing a new bird, no larger then a sparrow, hopping around on a thin branch. “Who’s this cute little guy?” I asked. “It’s not cute”, my husband solemnly intoned. “Read the sign.” “Fun Fact” the sign chirped. “We impale our prey!” It turns out the …