Hibernation
It has been a few months since you have heard from me. I had a very busy November and early December, loaded with performances that took...
That Dog Don't Hunt
In our neck of the woods, beagles are the hunting dog of choice. Because we live in the middle of the woods, surrounded by uninhabited, unc
Gone Fishin'
Ever since we moved to the wilds of Missouri, I've been consumed by the desire to go fishing. This desire has been hampered by the...
Storm Born
For your reading enjoyment today, I am sharing a poem from my book, "God Spelled Backwards: Rescues and Revelations." This is one of my...
Coal Dust
I am using today's blog post to feature one of the poems from my book, "I Want to Dance Naked," which is available for purchase through...
The Work of Friendship
I have friends all over this country and outside its borders. Some of them I haven't seen since I was a very young woman. We keep in...
It's Complicated
Language does not change the fabric of the universe. We could, for instance, call a rose a cabbage, and that would not alter its smell. ...
Five Stars
Both of my books of poetry, "God Spelled Backwards: Rescues and Revelations" and "I Want to Dance Naked" were recently reviewed by...
Cat and Mouse
We have seven cats. We only have one that stays indoors all the time, but all seven of them come in at night, because we have coyotes...
Third Shift in the Coal Mines
My father, Duffy Bebout, was, and is, one of the biggest inspirations of my life. He was a coal miner. He was a poet. He was my...
