I forgot my poem, y’all!

Snowflakes of books are the most exciting kind

You don’t get snowed in

You don’t have to buy bread or milk or toilet paper

All I have to do is keep reading,

And no one has to shovel the snowflakes I create.

That’s the way I survived Winter Storm Jonas.


Did I ever mention to y’all that from the time I saw the name of the winter storm,  Jonas became a drunken Jonas Brother no one had ever heard of partying all over the country. I think that’s the way I dealt with the fact that I couldn’t leave the hospital. It was all his fault!



About lana1967

I'm a Southern girl at heart who wants to build a community of people who believe they can change the world with words like "love" and "freedom" when they become more than words, but actions in our work and our daily lives.
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