by Mary McKSchmidt | Jan 5, 2026 | Poetry, 2026
born to a published writer who loved life, a communications pioneerwho enhanced relations between public school leaders and voters so that every school millage passed; and to a man, born in poverty, whoearned an MBA in accounting and a PhD in economics to fightfor...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Dec 22, 2025 | Poetry, 2025
He says, “I don’t like to cook,but I do like to eat” and I suspect he remembersthat first Thanksgiving when I plunged the chef knife,a wedding gift, into the side of the unbaked turkey searching for the hole in which to stuff the...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Dec 15, 2025 | Blog Post, 2025
I cannot think of a better gift this season than to provide you a link to the 2025 Poetry of Landscapes Holiday Reading facilitated by Jack Ridl and made possible through the technical genius of Julie Ridl.These gifted poets with whom I meet every month make me laugh....
by Mary McKSchmidt | Dec 8, 2025 | Uncategorized, 2025, Poetry
he decided to build a moataround his life, ignoringmy pleas for forgiveness for whatever I did to offend, refusing even a drawbridgefor conversation, choosingto be estrangedforeverand for years I lay awake,my pillow a whipping postfor my imperfect self,knowing I...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Nov 24, 2025 | Blog Post, 2025
Mother told me goodbye the morning of December 5th, 2024. She died seven months and 15 days later. I suspect her deep faith, love of family and delight in the everyday experiences of life kept her with us longer than either of us would have predicted that chilly...
