My Loss & Found Box
At age four I was a fearless princess in my puffy orange lifejacket, staunchly astride the bow of my Pappaw’s motorboat (the “Peapicker,” also his nickname for me). Christened during … Continue reading
October Memories
I had to look up the date again. And decided to post this, written in 2005. ***** Every year, the beginning of October forces me to recall the exact dates … Continue reading
R.I.P. Dianne
“Guess who died.” A statement, not a question, from Dianne, that I got every week. She was already “on it”— hours, or even minutes, hot off the presses. Then a … Continue reading
This End Up – a poem
You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh. You tucked me in … Continue reading
Bert Sommer – Discovering Woodstock’s Lost Treasure
When you think about Woodstock, who comes to mind? Well, yes, the Who—and Jimi and Janis and Richie and Sly, Santana and Canned Heat and Arlo and . . . … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 