~~These are a few of my ALL TIME favorite things.    When I fall in love with something,  I fall HARD. 

 I am addicted to beauty, weirdness,  witty dialouge, love, and flowing vocabulary.  When I love you, I LOVE YOU!       Forever.  Forever.   Forever.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ohhh, I love this song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



~~~I play this everyday in my car on the way to work.  This CD was in my sister’s player.  We love this song sooooooo much.  I also play it at the cemetery when I go to visit her.


BEST MINI SERIES OF ALL TIME:  “I Claudius” will blow your skirt off.  A four star Masterpiece.


~~~~~OMG, I am just wild about “Terms of Endearment”  This is a 5 star classic, brilliant, unforgettable  piece of work.  I can never get enough of it…and I know the dialouge by heart.  Everything.  Everyone.  By the way, this film and its actors won it all at the Academy Awards in 1983.


The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”

I looooooooooove Sylvia Plath.  You have not read a journal until you’ve read this one. 

Please let him come, and give me the resilience & guts to make him respect me, be interested, and not to throw myself at him with loudness or hysterical yelling; calmly, gently, easy baby easy. He is probably strutting the backs among crocuses now with seven Scandinavian mistresses. And I sit, spiderlike, waiting, here, home; Penelope weaving webs of Webster, turning spindles of Tourneur. Oh, he is here; my black marauder; oh hungry hungry. I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love: I am here; I wait; and he plays on the banks of the river Cam like a casual faun.“Plath

Hot.  Autentic.  Raw. Gorgeous.  Delectable vocabulary.  Sexy.  Uncensored.  This book will burn inside your hands.  OUCH.


“`I wore this song out.  My son finally  hid the cd. 

 Love, love, love this song by Amy Winehouse.  I dance around the house and drive my family CRAaaaaaZY.


Li- Young Lee’s words flow off the page like sun and moon and  stars all at the same time.  Oh, I can never get enough of his deliciousness.

Early in the Morning

While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher’s ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.
But I know
it is because of the way
my mother’s hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.

— Li-Young Lee, ©1986. Reproduced from Rose with the kind permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.


iiiiiiiii’m IN LOVE with John & Gravity



Originally Pubished in
Back to Black (Dreaming in Verse)
by Kim Sisto Robinson

The last thing I remember about last
Night was dancing on a tarnished table
To Amy Winehouse’s, Black on Black.
Everything else was uneven like shattered
Glass, a Picasso painting, a gaping eye staring
Presumably at my preposterous behavior
After drinking five, or was it six Margaritas?

A hand here, a foot there, a decapitated face,
A breast dangling on white canvas like a sort of
Hot air balloon balanced. But I recall a man
Standing in the corner, a dark shadow, a penumbra
Penetrating, a chiseled piece of marble. His voice,
A deep cave of endlessness causing my ovaries
To jump up and down like two girlfriends sharing
Secrets. I couldn’t figure out if he were a Poet
Or a God, but I decided on Poet since words have
Perpetually seduced me, undressed me, brought
Me to my knees with their powerful tongues and
Textures, and anyway, poetry is the only reason
I’m still living today.

I think he recited Donne or Byron, not that it mattered
A damn. I was already in love, already unfastening my
Buttons, already wrapping my silk stockings around
His thick neck and licking the syllables dripping from
His delectable jaw.

I don’t know how I ended up on the table, or how I encountered
This beautiful Poet. I don’t know why I was kissing Allegory
And Alliteration off another man’s mouth while my husband
lay curled next to me. I don’t know anything about anything.
But this is what poetry does to me; this is how metaphor changes me.
My apologies, Mr. Poet, Mr. Donne, Mr. Byron, it really has nothing to
Do with you, it’s what you do, it’s the verse, it’s how it immerses
Me with sound and sensuality at the same time, it’s the way the salt
From the strawberry margaritas still sticks to my lips…

  • This poem by Neruda seeps and soaks through my ENTIRE skeleton (read by Andy Garcia) , My!  How lovely!  My bones ache.
  • LISTEN HERE:    tonight i can write the saddest lines – pablo neruda


    Eva Markvoort’s Blog:  65 Red Roses will change your life.


    My Favorite Poet, Sylvia Plath 

    Her words & imagery will blow your skirt off.



     My favorite scene of all time.  I cry. I cry.  I feel Empowered.  Stunning scene. OH, CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN!


    ~~~~~I am obsessed with  The first Queen Elizabeth.  Especially this version with Anne Marie Duff.  Breathtaking.  Breathtaking.  I’ve devoured  this mini series 3 times already.


    ~~~~Just watched “THE FAMILY STONE” for my 8th time on Saturday.  I love the dynamics of the family, and  the stiff, snooty, scary Sarah Jessica Parker is superb in this role.   This movie is fabulous…but has not recieved the attention it so rightly deserves.  I can watch it over and over again…


    I’m completly and utterly addicted to SISTER WIVES.    I can’t stop watching.  I’m amazed.  I’m flabbergasted.  This show is my dirty little secret.


    SONS OF ANARCHY is FABULOUS, addictive, and surprising.  I’m in love with Jax. I’m in love with the entire cast.   I can’t wait until the 3rd season.  HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT as hell.


    ~~These boots were made for walkin’…Isaw these gems at Target & fell in love.  No need to wear tights or nylons, babe.  These thigh length boots are fucking HOT.  I think I shall wear them to bed.

    thigh high boots-womens journee collection velvety thighhigh boot

    Women’s Journee Collection Velvety Thigh-high Boot
    $49.99 – Target

    CHESTER THE CAT: Is famous for following people walking on the WaterFront Trail.  He will jump out unexpectedly from a bush and want to be loved, loved, loved.  Chester’s mom put a statue of him up at Kay’s gravesite to watch over her….and purr his soft, beautiful  purring inside her ears.

    We love you Chester & MaryEllen….Chester The Cat

    {This memory about Kay was written by our dear friend, Diane.  We shall NEVER forget her life on Earth.}

    Remembrances of Live Nativity by Diane:

    One morning, not long ago, I was lost in thought praying for the Sisto family.  As I asked the Lord to divinely intercede in their deep sorrow, a memory came out of nowhere.  It was a cold clear night in December, 2007.  Our church was participating in a community event called “Live Nativity,” where the Gospel account of the Christmas story was enacted outdoors.  The event involved about 100 people and the stars of the show were the live animals.  There were even a couple of camels.  Kay Peterson and I signed on as shepherds.  We were assigned a llama named Celeste and it was our job to lead our llama down the streets of Duluth to the place of the manger.  We were given lanterns to light our path and were told to stay a safe distance from the camel in front of us.  Kay and I had it all figured out, but we didn’t know that our llama had “issues” until we began the procession.  Celeste kicked us, pushed us, tried to run us over, and squash us.  My sweet friend, Kay, is like the dog whisperer, but this was one “alpha” llama, hell-bent on creating a scene.  Finally, Kay and I decided that we had to “press in.”  We literally flanked Celeste and squashed her in between us, with Kay holding the reins and me with a hand on Celeste’s back.  The llama calmed and began to walk with a dignity, a manner befitting the entourage of animals welcoming a heavenly king.  Kay and I shared a good laugh and wondered how we ended up with the rebel, when all the other animals behaved.  As I reflect back on that moment, I think about how Kay’s presence brought out the best and calmed the rebel.  She gently pressed in to other’s lives and walked with them when the path was only lit by a dim light.  I am grateful that she walked my dimly lit path with me and believed in the love of God.  Her kindness will never be forgotten.

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