Tuesday, September 27, 2016


Larry, my little "adopted" son from Rochester, NY came to visit fit a few days. We have been friends for almost 25 years. Bailey and I took him to see some of the finer dining establishments of Shippensburg, Subway and Cabin On King for ice cream.
Look into my eyes! My will is your will. You will obey my commands. You will give me all the treats I want. You will play ball and frisbee with me all day long. I am your mistress.

Larry, my little "adopted" son from Rochester, NY came to visit fit a few days. We have been friends for almost 25 years. Bailey and I took him to see some of the finer dining establishments of Shippensburg, Subway and Cabin On King for ice cream.
Look into my eyes! My will is your will. You will obey my commands. You will give me all the treats I want. You will play ball and frisbee with me all day long. I am your mistress.

Monday, April 25, 2016

The reading went well!  Pat even got to "be there" via a telephone connection. Unfortunatly it wasn't taped, but it was awesome .

Friday, April 15, 2016


. The Macedon Community Play Writing Contest results are in and Ms. Patricia Bowser is amongst the winners! There will be a dramatic reading of the winners next Saturday, 4/23/16 at the Macedon Public Library:32 Main St. Macedon Ny 14502 from 2-4 PM. Can you make it? if not I'll see you soon. Have a great day!

Sunday, April 10, 2016


Fenway Freckles of Beaconwood added 2 new photos — eating lobster withPatricia Bowser and Dan Maresh at Red Lobster - Mechanicsburg, PA.
to the great conversation. They talked about everything from politics to Irish, English, and Scottish history, to the Civil War, to conspiracy theories. I haven't had such a good time in a long time. Mom said it was like the old days in Los Angeles with the poetry community. Plus I got to see my Chaunceys!

Friday, April 8, 2016


This is a news story of Diego, the dog Mom is hoping to be paired with in June. I just found the page his puppy raiser has been keeping while she was raising him. It was great to see his progress from puppy to advanced training. It will be a great resource it he ends up being Mom's dog. Well, keep your fingers crossed. I think I'll start a campaign, here's hoping they "Leggo My Eggo!"


Thursday, March 31, 2016

WE're back!

Hi Folks: Well, Its been a Long road to recovery but Its happening. Mom's having fun with freckles and the Chambersburg community theater. Here's the link so you can see her shows:


I'll be back to blogging too! Heres a health link to round out this post: https://youtu.be/VeHhRWA9UdQ
ABC YA next time!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Better late than never!

Hi folks: I bet you though we totally forgot about you didn't ya?  In a way I guess we did! Both Mom and I have had some serious medical issues to deal with since the last post on this blog and to some extent we are both STILL  dealing with those issues. However, In my case they have forced me to do more of my work on line rather than by running around town . I guess since I've tripled my annual income this year doing about half the work it must have been a good move that I did get sick but I'm not entirely sure about that one. What do you folks think?  Mom's getting better too! I've encouraged her to talk with My "cousin" Pastor Craig about putting together a production of a play called Mother Moon that she REALLY wants to direct and star in.  Its only in the idea phase now as far  as I know and I'm not sure if I'm ruining the talks with "cousin" Craig by mentioning it here but I hope the can set it up. Maybe they'll even get "cousin" Charlie to come up and do the music score but that may be to far down the road to  think about yet.   Please help Mom  get it going if you can. She's been really down lately and setting up this play seems o have really brightened her spirits . I'm like to see it happen for her! Please help if you can.

As for me,  I've been busy too as I've said. I had to cancel the tour because of the medical issue but I've sold a few more books and finished the screen play I was working on. I also started a new advice blog called : THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A DUMB QUESTION.  Here's the link: http://tinaadq.blogspot.com

There is actually some advice in the current post believe it or not. Maybe a little advice in some of the others too . but if you really want to know about me scroll back to the first posts on the blog and check out the " Subtract the pants" (not what you might be thinking it is.) store and "The Mule" story that follows it.  I think you'll find them both amusing and more than slightly educational. If you like them please visit the "products" page on my website at http://www.skysajeenterprise.com     and take a look at my books. feel free to check out the demo reel page too to see me performing a few of my poems You can feel free to look through the rest of the site IF YOU REALLY WANT TO as well.

Lastly , I'm featuring the work of Lynnelle P on the Poetic Conversations blog right now. she's working on a novel and for some reason wanted to publish the entire think on my blog. She's a strong writer out of San Diego,CA how could I refuse? she's been handling the post on the blog since August 15th and has one more coming on the 9th of October to finish the work. check her work out at http://poeticconversations.blogspot.com

Okay, that's just about everything I can think of at the moment.  Hopefully Mom will post herself again soon. Take care.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

update! 11/10/11

Hello,  I apologies for the tardiness, however there have been several issues that have come up  since the last post on this blog that have prevented both Pat Bowser and myself from posting any updates till now.  Contrary to what you may be thinking at this point because of that, both Mom and I are in point of fact still among the living as you can tell from this post here.  She's dealing with her issues as best as she can as am I . if you want more info on whats been going on With ME specifically, Please refer to my own blog at www.poeticconversations.blogspot.com . This one is Mom's  and I'm writing this post for her to let you know that she is in fact still breathing despite everything and will post an update herself as soon as she is able to do so!  in the mean time, please enjoy the following poem:

By "Laughing"  Larry Berger 
It all started with a Rock!
Then a yell.

Next came the lyre and the flute
followed closely by
Minstrels and Fools  

who in turn were replaced by the likes of Mozart, Choppan, Beethoven, Baudelaire, Shakespeare and the like. 

it's Billy Collins, Tupac Shikur, Areatha Franklin, Barbra Streisand, Madonna , Cher, Mom and me.  

The more things change the more they stay the same.
the values are still:

a Bard's tale is worth a portion from the table
and a Poet's song is worth a cup of wine.
We still "sing for our supper." 
Food has just simply gotten more expensive!

Take care! 

Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Retrospect on the Fourth of July, family and friends

 I Just posted a comment on Larry's blog and realized that I have been talking a great deal about family, or lack of it, friends, or lack of them, and memories, or too many of them. Since I have way too much to do today and am already two hours behind, I thought this might be a good time to add to the blog.

Let's start with family. I went to stay with my dad for a few days for Father's Day after spending a week in the hospital. He had a terrible cough and seemed to be getting weaker by the day. He's 88 and still kicking but even so... By Father's Day he could barely walk to the dining room table. I had made lobster tail, filet mignon, and corn for dinner, all his favorites, but he forced down the lobster and left the rest. For those of you who know my dad, leaving anything on the plate is very unusual. Anyway, I took him to the doctor on Monday and he had Pneumonia. They gave him some antibiotics and I stayed with him until Thursday but had to get back for my own doctor's appointments. He is getting better slowly, but needless to say, I am still very worried about him.

I made a card for dad but he was too sick to look at it, and he's got a brain injury so he doesn't really connect, and he's legally blind so he really can't see it. I sometimes wonder why I do it and then I remember why... because he's my dad.

I remember the dad he used to be. I remember the dad who taught me how to dive and do carpentry, to ride and shoot, to fight and to protect myself from the world and from feelings. I think of Reba McIntyre's song "Because of You" and realize that I took on the characteristics of my "knight in shining armor" and never saw the dents.

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don`t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I lose my way
And it`s not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that`s weakness in your eyes
I`m forced to fake
A smile, a laugh every day of my life
My heart can`t possibly break
When it wasn`t even whole to start with
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

When I first heard this song I thought it was talking about my relationship with David. Now I am becoming to realize that it reflects more of a pattern. I am never allowed to cry.  I always have to be the strong one, always the perfect one, and I always pay the price for it. I have to be Superwoman because that is what everyone wants me to be yet they seem to keep a chunk of kryptonite nearby.  Somehow, I am always the one rejected and cast out because Superwoman is not who they want.

I am glad that, while these stupid blogs seem to be "out there" for the world to see, nobody really reads them, much like me. A secret journal that Larry is the only one who reads, and that's ok, because he knows my innermost thoughts anyway, my son confessor. Dan might skim through but he doesn't pay attention to most of it and if it's buried or at the end oh well, se fue. I may yank this after I think better of it anyway.

Back to family. My Boys have been getting worse and worse. It's bad enough that I don't even get a card or call on my birthday, I can understand that and even accept it. But not remembering granddad on his birthday is something else. His should be something special that is marked on a calendar and they can at least give him a call. He has little enough in his life. Then there is Mother's Day and Father's Day. It's not like you can forget them or they can pass unnoticed. Gee, was last Tuesday Mother's Day? Oh, are you my mother? Neither of the grandsons nor the granddaughter even bothered to call dad for Father's Day and that really hurt me. I don't know if he realized it. Although they are quick enough to write their poison pen letters, criticise, and deny the facts while they have no contact with him.  He has one child, three grandchildren, and seven great grand children. AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO EVEN BOTHERED TO GIVE HIM A DAMN CARD!!! What has our society come to? I'm getting too angry to continue with family. Let me add one point however. Larry never fails to call me on birthdays, Mother's Day, fourth of July, Labor Day, Memorial Day, Spring Equinox, or just because he hasn't heard from me in awhile and is checking to make sure I'm ok. He is someone who cares. He is my son. 

Someone once asked me if I had to choose between Max or my children, which would I choose.  After a minute they said, "Did you hear me?" I answered "I'm thinking."  He saved my life three times, was totally devoted to me, focused on me, I was the center of his world.  He never gave me any criticism and only unconditional love.  Given the circumstances, which would you choose?

Now let’s get to on the friends. I am blessed to have a great many "friends". Using the face book definition of friends, I have a mountain of friends! I value my friends, true friends, and treasure them. They are more than mere acquaintances that you know in passing. They are people with whom you share a relationship, with whom you share something special, a common bond that keeps you united through good and bad times. They are the people that you could call and say "I'm in jail and need bail money - no questions." and they would put their house up for collateral. They are the ones who actually want to know what is going on in your life and you want to know what is going on with them. They are the ones who, when you have a problem, don't say, "What you should do is..." but "How can I help?" They are the ones who ask "What do you think?" and really want to know. They are the ones who tell you that you have bad breath, need deodorant, look like a slob, did a great job, need to take a rest, or whatever, and you can trust what they say because it is the truth and said with your best interest at heart.

Unfortunately, they are almost all in Los Angeles or scattered about the country, and none of them are here in Ship. While the people here are sweet, for the most part, they are acquaintances and have not reached the status of friend for me. I think the main problem is that there is no central connection point. In LA there was poetry, or writing, or theater, or art, or intellectualism. I have not gotten into any community like that here.

I saw into one such in crowd at the Christmas Dinner last year when the table I was at recounted a story about a Choir competition trip to Europe. Unfortunately, I realized that it was an in group because this was a small town group of married couples who had all grown up and gone to school together. I would never be able to be a part of the group.

Well, I've been going on for several hours now, slow typist that I am. Too much time to really get into memories so we can leave that for another time and I will try to get to the gym for a few hours. However, I did want to throw in a poem I wrote two years ago about my first fourth of July fireworks without my sweet Max.

I have been talking about getting my new service dog in February, hopefully, and getting very excited. As the days get closer, I find myself fighting the urge to call Nancy and ask if they will have a suitable dog for me in that team training session. Of course, the next hurdle is, will it be a dog that I will with and that will bond with me? So many variables! But, like a good marriage, when it all comes together just right... there is nothing better. So in closing this epistle, here is the poem:

You were so special.
Always putting up with
the indignities
every holiday
Another costume,
another outfit,
another cape,
or lights,
or twinkles
and bobbly star headbands
just to help
increase the degradation.
Your best friends,
Purkle Piggy and
your faithful Tigger,
were not spared
my warped sense of humor.
Poor Purkle Piggy
was smaller
so you could hide him,
Left on his own
he could escape
the suffering of such
public indignation. 

But, Tigger,
being too big too hide,
needed to be saved,
as much as possible,
from insult
to his overly large ego.
You would
use your giant paw
to casually
knock off
whatever kind of
ridiculous decoration
I had put on
your faithful friend’s head.
wrapping your paws around
the two foot long Tigger
you drew him close,
as if to protect him
from as much
of the embarrassment
as possible.
You would quietly
suck on Tigger’s feet,
or neck, or nose.
You’d whisper in his ear,
“Don’t worry, pal.
The insanity’s only temporary,
It ends with the holiday.”

But, everything changed
when it was time to work.
it was different when I said,
“Max, Get dressed.”
Then, tail-wagging
you happily brought me
your harness and leash.
You stood up tall
and proud!
That perpetual motion machine
of a tail started up
because you knew you were
“Working Dog!”
to help mommy
with whatever I needed.
to always watch,
to make sure I was safe.
Of course,
you did that
all the time anyway,
even without those
crazy outfits.
But the people said
an extra,
“aww, look at the doggie,
He’s sooo cute!”
And you knew the next thing
Was an extra helping of petting
And some special attention.
So those humiliating outfits
had a benefit after all.
But today,
today was the 4th of July.
It should have been
my Independence day.
But, this year
there were no silly outfits.
Purkle Piggy stood
at attention,
A brown wooden box of ashes.
Tigger laid
quietly on my bed.
No decorations.
No humiliations.
And I found myself
still depending on you.
To steady me when I walked.
To watch out for me.
Yet it was someone else’s job who
couldn’t tell me when
my blood pressure was rising,
or when I was getting too tired,
or when the crowd was becoming too much,
he was only human and
he didn’t have a
bobbly star headband.
He hadn’t
looked and seen the wonder
of the "boom-boom" fireworks
that we had watched
together for fifteen years.
He couldn’t wag his tail
At the shear joy of all.
And not one person said,
“aww, look at the cute doggie.”
when they looked at him.
I wept quietly,
in the dark lonely night.
And not one person even noticed
in the "boom-boom’s" red glare.
As I left, I took one balloon
That said “land of the Free”.
Because now I say good-by,
to my best and dearest friend.
The Lord has called you home
and said,
"Well done,
good and faithful servant.”
I know you play now,
In the “land of the free
and the home of the brave,”
no longer suffering the indignity
of wearing those embarrasing
bobble star headbands.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Three o'clock in the morning

It seems this is the hour that draws me to the keyboard in search of solace, or purpose. I've actually been on the computer most of the day and need to get to sleep. I caught up with some people that I've painfully neglected on facebook and, surprise of surprises, they haven't given up on me. Since I talked to them last they have gotten married, broken up, had children, moved and I realize that life is so short that I need to stop letting it pass me by.  I know, now I'm getting maudlin.

I did manage to upload a picture I painted of a panda and was delighted to see that people were actually checking on my status and commented on the picture. There are people who are still taking care of my crops on Farmville!  They are so dear.  It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  I also realized that I have let go of so many things that I used to enjoy.  Maybe for 2012 I can make a New Year's resolution.  LOL  Perhaps if I procrastinate long enough, it will all go away.

Changes are in the wind, but I'm not sure what they are. I have started working on the never ending novel again. Dan has given me a swift kick in the tucas with his never-end yammering and whinning to finish it. He's been such a pest that he finally wore me down and I did a few pages just to shut him up. I guess that's the way God works with me. He puts the burr under my saddle and keeps it there until I finally have to do something about it.

Then, after playing on facebook for a bit doing searches for old friends, I found an old missionary friend from Ecuador who is a pastor about 25 miles from here. It turns out that he is also writing, got his masters in Journalism from Ship, and has some work published online.  I'll see if he would be interested in doing some reading and brainstorming about the novel.  He should enjoy it since he has a warped view of the world, much like mine. Besides, I could use a pastor to talk to right now. Plus I respect his viewpoints and insights.

There's a new wind blowing
from the west
or the east
or Winnetka
There's a change
in the weather
and a change in me
or about me
fluttering around
furling around
subtle changes
tornadic changes
sweeping and
carrying me
to heaven or
crashing headlong
from the heights

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Happy June

Hi folks" I know Pat's having health issues and may not be in a position right now to post regularly so she did ask me to help update this blog! I apologies for not posting in a while too. but it's been crazy busy over here. here's a poem for you:
Fair Warning 
By “Laughing" Larry Berger
Aka Poet in Blue

Unless you’re willing to be used in their material
And under go all that that might entail
And know full well that they would be willing
Even eager to use such material

If your truly not willing to go though all that
PISS OFF A POET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

     I looked at the Beautiful bright light coming from the end of the tunnel and thought, "Is this my time?  Is heaven finally close?  Do I get to go home?"  And as the light approached, it was accompanied by a great wind and a sound like thunder and I could see it more clearly.  I was trapped like a deer in the headlights, and it was another damned train and I was walloped yet again!  It seems like every time I take one-step forward I am knocked three steps backward.  I guess, C'est la vie.  
    I have had to withdraw from my classes on a medical and will not be able to return to school until, at least, Spring semester of next year. I’ve had a minor heart attack, seizures, and two minor surgeries.  However, the professor has been very kind and let me continue attending the classes, even though I am officially withdrawn.  I have begun having seizures again and the Department of Transportation has yanked my license until I have been seizure free for a period of six months.  Additionally the doctor has increased my medication which makes me very sleepy.  
     I had hoped to be getting my service dog this June.  I had watched a litter on the puppy cam that was the crayola litter.  I fell in love with a little boy named Lavendar and was determined that he was for me.   He seemed the smartest and the cutest of the litter by far.   And miracle of miracles, he was up for assignment for a team in June!  Then I went to take some pictures of the Civil War Litter, {they are with puppy raisers now so you have to wait for the next litter to watch the puppy cam, sorry}, and then train hit me again!  My sweet Lavender was excessively small for my needs and I got the news that it would be Oct. or Feb. before I was able to get a dog.  Thank goodness, I have my sweet Freckles to get me through.
     Speaking of Freckles, she is going through the certification process to be a therapy cat.  So far, I have gone through the orientation.  She is exempt from the five weeks training course because she would obviously freak out in a room full of dogs drooling for a grey and white, 5 pound, hors d'oeuvre.  All she needs now is two home visits, but they do have to have a dog come with them.  I don’t think it makes a lot of sense in my particular situation, but they are the rules.
     I recently lost my digital camera so I borrowed the money from my dad to get a great Nikon digital SLR 14.1 mp with an 18-50 lens and another 70-300 lens!  {That’s just for you photography geeks}  For those of you who don’t speak camera just understand that it is a very good camera and I got it at a very great price.  Of course, I could justify the expense because I was taking the photography course.  Then I took the pictures of the SSD puppies.  Sure enough, the train walloped me again!  Every picture was blurred.  I went to the camera shop to see why such an expensive camera took blurry photos.  It turns out that my eyes cannot focus and the camera is useless.  Would anyone like to buy a nearly new Nikon? 
      Nevertheless, I am going to continue working on restoring the old pictures I have, cleaning up the newer ones, making photos and note cards on, Photo Shop, to sell.  After I sell the Nikon I’ll be getting a less expensive Sony point and shoot digital.  It was a Sony digital that I had lost and I was very satisfied with it.  I have so many projects to do and I’m not sure how many I can accomplish.  You know how it is when you have a great deal of time, it seems to fly and suddenly it’s gone.  But, maybe I will be able to do a little better job of keeping up with this blog.
I would like to keep posting pictures.  I would appreciate your feedback of them.  I’m talking honest feedback.  Remember, My feelings won’t be hurt.  Your comments may give me a way of looking at something in a way I hadn’t seen before.  If your taste is different than mine, I may just take that into consideration.  At some point, I would like to make a book, probably with Adorama. Kodak, Snapfish, J & D album, or Qoop.  Maybe one with Max or my new dog, my family, B/W artsy stuff, possibly a study of nudes, or with poetry accompanying.  When I do, I can probably post it online and give you a link here to see it.
     Well, It’s 3:30 in the morning and I need to get some sleep.  So, That’s where I am.  Still the crazy old lady with a cat, no dog, no school, no license, and that damned train keeps smacking me down.  Oh yes! I forgot.  I have to upload at least something.  Let me see what I can find, even if it’s not cleaned up.  Good night, my friends.