How long does champagne stay bubbly? The bottle, still beribboned, is in the back of a closet, where the cat dwells, when scared. It was given to me for graduation, but I wasn’t thirsty then. How about the 50th birthday? Well. Not yet. When?
This blog contains entries at the intersection of my competing interests: teaching, writing poetry, opening to God, growing older, etc. You may see some of my rough poetic attempts at Daily Yawp. I love comments!