Notes from the Garden

Notes from the Garden

Spring is here. The tulips are pushing their way up to the surface, the dianthus and candytuft are in bloom and the Pride of Madeira has sent up its spikes, ready to give another dazzling display of purple splendor. Spending Sunday afternoons in my garden allows me to...
Life on Gough Street

Life on Gough Street

I once went to an audition, and the director asked me if my name was pronounced like the street in San Francisco.  The stage manager sitting next to her piped up, “Oh, you mean Goo Street?” Sigh. I didn’t write this poem, but I am thankful for the...