​I have always been a writer.  A diarist.  A scribbler.  Also, very good with finance.   Left brain, right brain, battling for dominance.  Decades in the numbers game.  If my writing was a color, it would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.  

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Featured poem below by Catherine G. Tripp
"Thinking in Paragraphs"

On this day, my get up and go
Got up and went.

Yoked to my own ambition
I plod forward
Horns down, hooves solid, just pull.

But I look out the window where
The pink trunks of Queen Emma lilies
gleam in the daily dose of sunshine
meted out by the goddesses of Hawaii

I am thinking in paragraphs
each thought 
bumping into an indent
One more tab in
and the plodding thought
lands like a cow pie
So I start again
plodding forward
these fields of imagination
aren’t going to plow themselves