A woman of many means who rarely uses a pun, Cynthia tends to her children, garden and cats in an almost rhythmic measurement…think: iambic pentameter.
The beat of her life crashed at an early age but she has learned to swing with the King.
Resting in the moment, delighting in the surrounding trees, Cynthia composes little “shorts” about how her mother is entering into Alzheimer’s Disease with class and style.
Hopefully, this little excursion will find Cynthia combing more hair than she loses. We can only hope.
Thank you for visiting!