When I retired last year, I enrolled in a poetry class at our local college. What I sought was a way to pass the time and nurture my lifelong love of writing. What I found was myself. And now you have found me. By way of introduction, I have concocted this little “recipe” poem:
JUST JOAN IN A NUTSHELL
1 head naturally curly hair, salted and peppered
1 big mouth
2 cups French press coffee
1 unique perspective
1 extra-large heart
1 library card
1 pair Birkenstocks (socks optional)
Combine with a crazy husband, two rescue dogs, and one stray cat in a small but organized house. Add a yearning for simplicity and a dash of environmentalism, then ask yourself “What Would Jesus Do?” Pour into a casserole dish and top with French fried onions. Slide it into the oven and set the dial to NPR. While it bakes, go hug a tree and perform a random act of kindness. Take it out before it’s done and shove it in the closet with all the other unfinished projects. Grab a glass of Moscato, ignore the TV, and curl up on the couch with a good book.
A ONE-SIDED INTERVIEW WITH JUST JOAN
Small talk never really changes, so I’ll let you supply the questions.
Here are the answers:
Yes, Ohio weather is lovely. Except for tornadoes.
Yes, I’m from here and have lived here most of my life.
Joan (pronounced JOAN, not JO-ANN)
Middle child, three sisters
I was in third grade during the Blizzard of ’78. Do the math.
Two dogs and a cat
Air Force vet, retired nurse, up-and-coming writer
Favorites: blue, autumn, jazz, live ones (not bouquets)
Sorry, I don’t follow sports.
Piano lessons as a kid. Not anymore.
Can’t tell you those; I don’t want to split the jackpot if they hit.