by Maida Korte | Nov 5, 2023 | Uncategorized
“I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.”~ Richelle E. Goodrich Lurking behind the walls of our ‘getting older by the minute’...
by Maida Korte | Oct 19, 2023 | Memoir, Writing
“Why don’t we go back to wood racquets? Then we would see the best tennis played.” – John McEnroe Stepping with bare feet onto an old wood floor feels natural, as though it is something our feet...
by Maida Korte | Jul 17, 2023 | Memoir
“Who doesn’t know what I’m talking aboutWho’s never left home, who’s never struck outTo find a dream and a life of their ownA place in the clouds, a foundation of stone.” Susan Gibson for The Dixie Chicks Perched at the top of a crest in the...
by Maida Korte | May 22, 2023 | Writing
“I’m tired of being inside my head. I want to live out here, with you.”? Colleen McCarty Ten – yes, perfect. Tumultuous, excellent. Ten letters all fitting on the fingers of my left and then...
