Poetry Friday: Bobbing

Bobbing in bubbles,

warm, soft water buoying

curved rubber smiles.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013



#rockthedrop tomorrow!

April 18, 2013, rgz are celebrating Support Teen Literature Day! In addition to dropping YA titles for readers to discover, consider a book donation to 826NYC to help grow their library. Team with Figment, I Heart Daily, Soho Teen, and 826NYC to celebrate YA lit.

 •Follow @readergirlz on twitter and tweet #rockthedrop

 

•Print out the below bookplate (designed by the super-talented Lindsay Frantz) and drop books in your area on Support Teen Literature Day:

 

•Donate books to 826NYC: 

826NYC

attn: Joan Kim

c/o: readergirlz Rock the Drop
372 Fifth Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11215

 

Post pics at our facebook of any books you drop or find! That's the skinny. Now get ready to drop!

Poetry Friday: Blink

 

 

Within the orb of

my eye, pulse living stories,

caught between each blink.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

 

Many congratulations to Zondervan for the launch of their new imprint, Blink! I'm thrilled to be onboard!

Busy in the Stillness

Busy in the Stillness by lorieanngrover featuring a grey cardigan

Living with Lupus: How Very Vampiric

Aha! A quick post to share that I've learned the sun can nab me in the shade and through windows. Artificial light is also a culprit. That said, sunscreen is my new friend, outdoors and indoors, around the clock.

Short trips out at night have been the most successful. How very vampiric, right? You can still see spring in the moonlight. 

Approaching 100 days, I'm finding a normal in the slow climb out of the hole. Strangely, as the lupus gradually loses strength, the rheumatoid increases. I find it easier to function with bone pain in a limited way rather than to be knocked completely flat by my entire body. So, I am encouraged.

With difficulty chewing the jaw specialist recommended:



Pretty clever, huh? He also said this is my new normal. Thankfully, much scrumptious food is soft. Just think of giant marshmallows... Anyway, I've been adapting since October 2012, so this isn't new news. And now I have a cookbook to consult.

Hm. Maybe this not chewing is also vampiric. Just staying in style. Here's hoping I bypass the zombie craze. For sure.

I have a few drug potentials in the arsenal, but having had cancer already once, I'm hoping to avoid them. We'll see what must be done. In the meantime, I'm off to simmer soup, sunscreened.

Poetry Friday: 28 Years

 

28 Years

 

Calendar pages

collected and stored, our

memories, our life.

 

 

Lorie Ann Grover, 2013

 

Reading Viktor Frankl's, Man's Search for Meaning, I was struck by an illustration he offered. Think of your life as a calendar wherein you tear off a page each day. You have the choice to look at the little that is left of the calendar in your hand or you can store each page in a drawer and dwell on those treasured memories. Lovely, yes?

 

Here's to 28 years of marriage memories! 



Weird

Weird by lorieanngrover on Polyvore