valley forge flowers

(local spotlight, wayne, pa)

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A few weeks ago, I was invited for a business bite by one of my favorite gals about town, Susan Scovill. In her delightful femininity, she suggested Valley Forge Flowers, which if you’ve never been, is filled with all kinds of pretty things for home and garden that make you feel good just looking at them. It happened to be a picture-perfect day, with a crisp azure sky and a non-melting temperature.

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I hadn’t been since the holiday season (I know better than to tempt myself—and my wallet), so it was a welcome surprise to see all the gorgeous plants lining the store’s facade. Inside was no less enticing. The quaint cafe with its vast stretch of windows, cozy mix of table-side and banquette seating, rustic decor (I’m a sucker for worn pine) and vintage-looking counter/backsplash had my name written all over it. I especially like that the view from one side of the cafe is floor to ceiling kitchen gadgets, dishes, linens, etc. I felt like I was in an old farmhouse (a REALLY NICE one) with a huge pantry and more cooking items than I could ever use.

Lunch was not as exciting as the decor, but I wouldn’t say it was bad for the price. Just very simple. The chocolate chip cookies that I purchased for my son’s homecoming, however, were delicious. I didn’t realize at the time that soup was available, but after reading the du jour selections, I sense they’re a signature menu item not to missed. At any rate, I had a lovely time taking in all the different views from our table, and snapping photos. (Too bad I didn’t remember to have fun with my Hipstamatic app, as the items and space lends itself very well to that style of photography.) I wanted to buy about 20 things, so I have not allowed myself to go back. Perhaps when I get my shore house rental deposit back in a few weeks…

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I like retail venues that know how to stir your senses at every level. Smith & Hawkin in Rosemont (now The New Leaf Club) used to do that to me as well. I have missed being able to pop in there just for a spirit lift, but now I have a new place to soothe my soul. And, they have wifi (I think!), which makes it an ideal office away from home. Apologies for the photos being just average; I am working on my skills.

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taylor swift at the linc

(another test post, bear with me si vous plâit)

Egads! Taylor Swift concert with my daughter is this Friday, July 19. 

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I’ve got great seats, my daughter is thrilled, Taylor Swift is adorable… But, shamefully, I am way behind on my listening. I have no clue if this is a new album tour, nor can I ID any song title without having to hit Google. Need a crash course on this young and beautiful songstress’ catalog. What should I listen to?

Photo Note: Neglected to record the original link, but this image is part of The Red Tour promotion. It’s a gorgeous photo, don’t you think?

rediscovering poetry

Head Off & Split

Unless you’ve had your head buried in the sand all weekend, you’ve witnessed some degree of reaction regarding the acquittal of George Zimmerman. And, whether through social media posts or during face-to-face conversations, you’ve probably absorbed a range of emotionally charged responses. Some may have resonated, others perhaps offended or surprised you. The latter describes my sentiment when stumbling upon a friend’s Facebook post featuring this poem by Harold Pinter. However, this post isn’t about the Trayvon Martin case. (I don’t have the guts to take that on, but am very happy others do.) This post is about poetry, lost and found. Here is where today’s post started:


God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.

But look and look as he might do
And begging ghosts to live again
But hearing no song in that room
He found with harshly burning pain
He had no blessing to bestow.

As I savored both my friend’s decidedly unique way of expressing his dismay over Trayvon Martin’s death, and the ethereal words penned by Mr. Pinter, my heart started purring.

The poem, with its subtlety and melodic cadence, stirred my senses in a way that was far different than the quips, barbs, reflections and rants I’d been reading since the announcement Saturday evening. It was the thrill of poetry, a literary genre that once captivated me, but somehow grew less important over the years. As a mother, I turned my kids on to Shel Silverstein practically at birth, but I woefully admit that poetry is something they learned more about at school than at home. But again today,  I was reminded about the power of a well-crafted poem. Perhaps your own passion for poetry needs to be reignited.

I reread “God” several times, then visited Mr. Pinter’s website to see what else I could find. Then the wires in my sleepy brain connected, and I recalled a recent conversation with my writing mentee regarding haikus and poet Nikky Finney, who I only discovered last year.

Finney, winner of the 2011 National Book Award for Poetry, had been a guest on one of my favorite radio talk shows, Radio Times. Not only was she an engaging interviewee, with her straightforward, yet eloquent and clever responses to Marty Moss-Coane’s always excellent questions, her on-air poetry readings were delicious. If you can’t begin to imagine what I mean, listen for yourself. If you’re a writing instructor looking for a fresh repertoire of lively descriptions to share with your students, or need to work on improving your use of language in all forms of creative writing, you must get your hands on a copy of Head Off & Split stat.

I also learned that she’ll be speaking at Penn State on October 26th, as keynote for a “Celebration of African American Poetry.” I don’t know the ins and outs of attending university events as a non-student, but you can bet I am going to find out. Between her two 2012 NPR radio interviews and her National Book Award acceptance speech, it’s hard not to be inspired by and in awe of this incredibly bright, talented, passionate and compassionate writer and woman. I wonder what SHE is thinking about the Trayvon Martin case, and how she would weave her words to express her thoughts.

I hope that you will find a connection to her poetry just the way I did: fast and furious. And, if you’re not already a fan, Radio Times is your ticket to all kinds of memorable interviews, and people and topics to learn about on an elevated and intimate level.