Seat Belt Gymnastics

A love hate relationship has developed toward a certain two inch black belt, no matter its promises to increase my safety when I am buckled in. During our cruise along Interstate 80 I have begun a crash course of in-car gymnastics…or is it wrestling?…with a seat belt that is bent on ratcheting my neck intoContinue reading “Seat Belt Gymnastics”

The Gift of Irritation

Perhaps we are gifted With a thorn of irritation To help us see within ourselves Our own throbbing situation I wonder why a teller’s stance Never seems to change And sigh deep within myself‘Oh, here we go again!’Pricks of aggravation Settle o’re my countenance Listening to the same old tomeHearing heartfelt elegance Then contemplate whyContinue reading “The Gift of Irritation”