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...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Nov 11, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
Not me I told myself defiantly and then mailed the check for property taxes only to have it returned for lack of a signature and then typed laminated and taped the wrong WIFI password on the frig the night of her party confusing everyone and then sailed past our...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Oct 27, 2025 | 2025, Poetry
I still detect a whiff of you in the gold and brown recliner, the tweed chair to be hauled to a thrift shop tomorrow where a stranger’s scent will replace yours. It took twenty-four years of allergy shots to restore my sense of smell and today,...
