Been busy as all get out taking care of my health, taking care of my family, getting ready to teach Evidence-Based Practice to MSN students, getting all my harvest activities accomplished. Just wait till you taste my salsa!

Working on book #4 – it’s based on the life of my grandparents and their ten children and will span the early 1900s till my grandma went to work outside the home around 1946. It’s been fun writing it, but it’s on the back burner till I get school organized, and that’s been no small feat.

In the meantime, I penned a little poem that I think is kind of funny, and I hope it will make you chuckle. Peace, all.

Old Peoples’ Exercise Class

We’re all here just trying
to stay one step ahead
of the Grim Reaper.
He waits,
eyes shrouded,
peering out from his cloak.
Cold, bony fingers reach for us
as we do bicep curls
and squats.

We look to each other
and shout, “Keep going!”
loud enough to startle him
and force him to
shrink back into hell.

We sweat, but we smile.
Not today, Reaper.
Not today.