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‪A part of me‬




‪Going through‬

‪The only way to‬

‪Get to be‬

‪At the heart of you ‬

Today is the day

Today is the day

The time is almost now

The next step in life

We got here how?

The boy is moving

On, forward, ahead

Looking at opportunity

No feelings of dread

It took much work to get here

Time many hold dear

Future's wide open

Growth drawing near

It's important to be

Who you're meant to be

Still you'll learn and you'll grow

To be a new someone to know

Your empathy is a legacy

One important to feed

As there are many you'll meet

Who have such great need

So keep on strengthening

This quality you give

Spreading your love

To all those that live

Your hugs are, also desired

With them, many are inspired

In closing these words

Know that this much is true

We are so very, very proud, of you

Keep moving along

Growing your brain

You'll go many places

By boat, train or plane

Go forth with gladness,

Happiness, glee

We love you to the moon and back

Mom, sister, and me. 


Terry’s toodles

Are a bit like noodles

That interweave with

Neurons and axons

Of white Anglo-Saxons

And those not like him

And even some who’re Muslim

Or Buddhist, Rastafarian,


Even contrarian

Write for me

Or more for yourself

Write what’s right for you

and someone else

Keep writing poetry,

Prose, toodles and more

Stimulating those axons, neurons

And more


Up before sunrise

Watching the sky slowly change colors

Watching the trees’ greens light up

Take on different and ever-changing hues

Up before sunrise

Thinking about all the madness

And goodness in the world

I have my opinions

Mood nuanced by my upbringing,

my community, my friends

Sometime green with envy

Sometimes blue with sadness

Sometime black with fear and rage

Everything is colored

By our visual perception

By our mental perspectives

By waves of energy

My world, my reality is colored

“With hope of loving you” and you

And you

Twenty-seven (for us)

The hummingbird hums as it flies by

So too do we on this anniversary

Spring brings renewal and growth

As does this day each year

When we celebrate our vows

Rains come

Strengthening and lenthening

The roots of the trees

So to for the roots of our marriage

There is growing light

As spring moves toward summer

Just as the light gets brighter

When we attend to each other

With reflection and reverence

Just as the bond between water

And new growth cannot be broken

Neither can that which binds us

Renewed love

Honoring all that only we could

Create together

Happy Anniversary

Run rain

Run rain

Run sun

Run for fun or

Under the gun

Run snow

Run cold

Never run weak

Always run bold

Run fast

Run slow

If you think you’re running

You are, go, go, go

Run hot

Run wet

It isn’t time

to stop yet

Run fartleks

Run Galloway

But be sure to run


Run today

Run tomorrow

Run for joy

Run for sorrow

Run til you heart’s


or beating really fast

Get off the couch

Move your ass!



Therapy 022217

Therapy, where would we be without therapy?

I know what you’re thinking and it could be that.

But it isn’t necessarily what I’m thinking but it could be that.

I am an Occupational Therapist, since 1991

A profession which has brought me so much fun

And challenges and love and compassion

Meeting and caring for new patients

and sometimes just clashing

But mostly connecting, learning about their life,

their livelihood, their passion their health status

what they fashioned

To make themselves who they are up to the present

Sometimes their afflictions are what they resent.

So in closing, I could be nowhere without this profession

Grateful to have discovered and used my discretion

Storm Warning

When I write and think about the words, storm warning, I always think of ocean going storms. That’s likely because I spent all of my days near the Atlantic until moving to Vermont in the early 90’s

I still marvel at the power and wonderment those words create for me. I don’t experience joy with bad or severe weather but I do marvel of what is possible. I love it when a huge snowstorm is called for where I live. I am almost always very disappointed when a forecasted big snowstorm doesn’t happen. I think that’s because I always loved when it would snow down The Jersey Shore as a kid.

Snow days were the best. First thing in the morning get up, dressed, eat breakfast and get out know king on the neighbors’ doors by 0630’of so. “Wouldnyoy like me to shovel your driveway and walk?”!and the negotiations would begin AND quickly end. To work, making money. Shoveling until about 11 or so. Home for lunch and then out sledding at the Manasquan River Country Clubnor cuz’s neighborhood in Manasquan shores. 

Days like no other. Memories.