The Year 2012

Blank pagesI haven’t written much for my blog this year. 2012 has turned out to my family’s “Annus Horribilis” as the Queen dubbed her year of disasters. It really began a year ago September.

Without going into detail—medical details are boring to everyone except a room full of seventy-year-olds, where it seems to be the only topic—suffice it to say we have had three cancer diagnoses and a traumatic brain injury. This entailed lots of doctors, hospitals, surgery and an endless variety of therapies and treatments as well as much to-ing and fro-ing.

On the literary front, Virgin Hall sold reasonably well and I had lots of readings, book clubs and signings, thanks to Planned Parenthood, NARAL and good friends in three states. Also I won an Honorable Mention in the New Poet category at the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets conference. We had a great time in Stevens Point, WI. At least I did a lot of poetry, most of it not very light and gay. Stay tuned for some samples and the prize winner.