Dr. Janet Hoult
If Not Curable, at Least Make Her Life Endurable
Forgive me for resorting to verse to let you and Diane know that we are thinking about you and your trip to Boston. It is easier for me to express my thoughts in poetic form. I know you understand. Please let us know if ...
They Who Have Been Forgotten
I have been thinking about Memorial Day and what has been going on with the VA. The problems with the Veterans Administration and the concerns that Veteran care issues are not being dealt with appropriately, make me wonder if there is still a hangover from the Vietnam War era. Let’s hope that ...
Yearning for a Dignified Ending to My Days
Having seen my mother languish for years before she passed away at 94 and my grandmother pleading with her eyes for us to get her off the machines and let her die, it is good to see that hospitals and clergy will be working together for demystifying end-of-life planning. A poem I wrote some years ago expresses my concern:
A Mother’s Mourning Never Dies
Editor’s Note: Dr. Hoult, Culver City’s poetess laureate, is at her quintessentially most poignant when discussing family, especially the loss of her only son. He died in an accident 15 years ago. Going to the cemetery, as she and husband Charley did yesterday, “is not an easy visit, even after 15 years,” she says.
Unconditional Love
Editor’s Note: Our favorite poetess composed this rhyme in honor of Pet Month, which began last Thursday.
Growing Old Wittily – and in Rhythm
Dear Ari and Diane: This was written with someone else in mind, but as I have been struggling to find the right words to convey my thoughts and prayers for you both, I thought you might like it.
Before It Melts, Here Is a Poetic Cone to Savor
I am planning to read a poem about the Culver City Woman’s Club’s April 26 Ice Cream Social at the City Council meeting on Monday evening. I Scream, You Scream, We'll All Scream at the CCWC Ice Cream Social ...
Poetic Justice: Rhymes for Our Times
Readers may know that my husband Charley is a rocket scientist and aerospace engineer. After retiring, he began teaching rocket engineers at CSULB and now at my campus, CSULA.
Nothing Mars the Evening of Loving Couple Studying the Skies
[Editor’s Note: Dr. Hoult’s husband, Charlie, is a nuclear physicist, and here is a rhythmic account of how they spent last evening.]
Early to Bed? Maybe. Early to Rise: For Sure, to Make...
I have been up since before 5 o’clock.
The following is the reason why...
The following is the reason why...
