And Now December Comes



Hello all–I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as mine was.  Surrounded by family and friends, and “kvelling” about my little granddaughter who astonishes me daily, what could be better?  Just a quick note to let you know that has again chosen my work as publication for the day.  This one is the preface to my memoir, MY MOTHER’S SHOES.  Please check it out through the link below:

Scriggler Story of the Day: AND SO by Shirley Russak Wachtel

 And here is a recent poem.  I hope you enjoy it.    Till next time, SHIRLEY






A drop of water

Falls from my hand entering

The big sea

Merging in a wave until

I can no longer tell

Where it is

Where it ends

And another begins

I stand at the shore and watch

The waves a multitude

Now undulating in the dusk

Orangeviolet lights that reflect

The moon until ultimately

All seeps into

A vast grayness.

I stand on the shore

Looking for the distant light

My fingers still oh still wet.



—Shirley Russak Wachtel

November 30, 2014