The Apostrophe Blog
And the witch hazels are blooming in our backyard habitat garden. Crimson, fire-engine red, and this sunny lemon-yellow. I just learned that the North American species of this shrub is occasionally called winterbloom because (obviously) that is when they come into flower. Good for them for cheering us on to spring. I suspect more than a few of us need such harbingers now. Saturday we did not, for the first time in forever, march in that anti-ICE rally that ended up being tear-gassed and flash-banged down in southwest Portland as they peacefully made their way to the building ICE rents on Macadam Avenue. I was not there because I made plans to attend a noon movie matinee with friends before (yet again, once again) there was a rallying call to arms, to grab our hand-painted cardboard signs and join the brigade because this is what democracy does indeed look like, marching, marching, marching and saying no to these predatory fascists. The Twin Cities, hell all the people showing up for their neighbors in Minnesota, are our role models and our inspiration. May we be so brave. May we be so tenacious. May we be such good and kindly citizens.
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
- Days Are Getting Longer, Blossoms Are Returning - February 3, 2026
- Acceptance News: wildscape literary journal - January 28, 2026
- To get the ink flowing again… - January 27, 2026
