Category: Poetry

Loves Lost Book of Poetry

A side of me that I’ve always kept to myself is that of a poet. I guess it’s something that I thought might be too hard to put out there and be open to criticism. But the more time I spend working on my poetry and the more poets that I read (which is only […]

David, Milo and Me

Brad has taken, to my mind, the quintessential photograph of my husband David. A man in a very English hat wearing a tee shirt showing a Chinese man wearing his very Chinese hat. He has captured the enigma that is David McPhail. Anne McPhail   The Start of a Journey From the glass of chardonnay, [...]