I had the great blessing of hosting author Torrey Maldonado in Connecticut the last few days and in addition to visiting schools, we also had a book story event, a National Indy Bookstore Day, at Possible Futures in New Haven, Connecticut. The past two days have been exhilarating, especially at this time of the year when a University Professor's time and energy are at an all time low. I'm excited, though, because the joy on the faces of teachers and young writers makes everything single ounce of time worth it.
Yesterday's prompt what to do an ode to old age and to bring forward wishes for a better body of wellness. I have to say I could have very easily gone with teeth, but I've always been fond of my hernia surgeries and my newfound psoriasis which seem to find a way into how I write, poetically, each year. I was telling Torrey that we only need a good thunderstorm and the leaves will burst. That happened last night, so I'm hoping the pollen phase will soon end as my head is a battleground of plugged ears, a runny nose, and a tight chest.
In the meantime, my ode. It's Sunday and I need to look ahead to the work-week ahead.
