Poetry: Winter’s Hold

By Monica C. Voskamp   Winter. You'd be the death of me, If not for spring. Wonderfully I finally sense you leaving. I finally feel a taste of Spring.   The dead, the cold, the barren Is beginning to leave. Newness is just waiting to Unfold. Yet winter you still lurk nearby. You still threaten [...]

Getting through Winter: the formula.

By Monica C. Voskamp It doesn't take too much work to make your life a lot better. My brother tells me this concept often. And I know it. And... I forget it. That's why I'm here reminding you, because we often forget the most important things. A little bit of effort continually leads to a [...]