Posts Tagged With: Dan Fogelberg

Day 2533: It’s hard to say

It’s hard to say why

  • greed is such a force in our world,
  • we’re not coming together over climate change,
  • people don’t care about the actions of their leaders,
  • we do things that make ourselves feel worse,
  • it’s so difficult for our minds to stay in the moment,
  • we judge ourselves and others so harshly,
  • it’s so difficult to speak up,
  • ridiculous prejudices linger,
  • we’re so afraid of people who are different from us,
  • the negative sticks and the positive fades,
  • awful people often outlive wonderful people,
  • I have trouble making decisions,
  • I stay in New England with all the snow and cold,
  • I keep starting new songs and not finishing them, and
  • I take pictures of so many things.



Hard To Say

by Ann Koplow

Some things in  life are hard to say,

Like “I want you to go away.”

Or “Despite what you did, I forgive you, okay.”

Or “I need you, my love, to stay.”


For me, I find it hard to say

A different kind of communiqué,

Two words you’ll see in a candy display,

Ferrero Rocher.


Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.

That gets stuck in my mouth along the way.

Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.

So easy to eat and so hard to say.


Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher,

Those chocolate orbs wrapped in gold lamé.

Whether I’m home or going away.

So easy to eat and so hard to say.

© Ann Koplow, 2019


It’s hard to say why I haven’t gone viral yet.

Here’s the late Dan Fogelberg with “Hard to Say”:

I knew somebody who must have found “Dan Fogelberg” hard to say, because he always called him “Dan Fogelberry.”

What’s hard for you to say?

If you’ve read any of my other blog posts, you’ll know that “Thank you” is not hard for me to say.






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Day 500: Momentous

As usual, it’s much easier for me to choose a title, than decide how I’m going to write today’s blog post.

When I thought of today’s title, I was unaware of one of its most obvious applications: today’s number.


Numbers with zeros naturally seem more momentous, don’t they?  Which might seem paradoxical, because zero  means …. nothing.*

I’m happy with the title of this post. I think it really fits, today. But, I’m not sure how I’m going to shape today’s post (just like all those previous 499 blogging days).

Today, however, there might be a little bit more pressure … because of the title.  That is, what if this post does NOT live up to its title? What if it’s not … momentous?

Now, momentous  (especially if I write it with one of my beloved hyphens — “moment-ous”) might just mean … being in the moment.  THAT I can do.

But, IMPORTANT. How important can I make this post? And “important” to whom?  When? Where? In what way?   This post’s importance depends on so many things, most of which I can’t control.

Allow me, dear reader, one more digression —  to a particularly momentous post, for me. Here’s  Day 95: A Startlingly Short Post, in its entirety:


We are neither as unimportant or as important as we fear.


© 2013 Ann Koplow

Just days ago, I was trying to design a t-shirt, regarding that post.

Time out! What moment am I in, right now? Am I in Day 500, Day 95, or earlier this week?

I’m in all of them, and more.

Which  (finally!) leads me to the main event: what’s inspiring today’s post.

Yesterday, I met up with somebody who was momentously important to me, when I was in college.

And in the moments I spent with him yesterday, I had a sense of multiple visions:  Awareness of what was going on in the moment, along with echoes, overlays, and memories of moments from the past.

Right now, I’m thinking about the momentous-ness of these kinds of reunions. Over the course of human history, how many people have created stories, essays, songs, poems, paintings, etc. about encountering somebody — or something — important from the past?

A huge number. WAY more than 500, I would say … many of them quite accomplished and famous.

Marcel Proust, for one.  Dan Fogelberg, with “Same Auld Lang Syne.”

You may be thinking of different examples, instead.

How can I follow acts like those?

In my typical ways, of course.

Way #1: Composing a list.

My thoughts about yesterday’s meeting:

  • I’m glad this person was in my life, exactly how he was, in college.
  • When we separated, back then, it was painful.
  • I learned a lot, from all the moments with him — happy, painful, all of them.
  • I wouldn’t change a thing.
  • I’m happy we met, yesterday.

Way #2: Sharing images.

I’m not showing photos, here, of my ex-bf (or whatever else I might call him).  However, here are some photos I took yesterday, while I was with him:







 After we parted yesterday, here are some photos I took (as usual, in order of appearance):














And, finally, one more photo from yesterday evening, with Michael:


Thanks to all my momentous connections and relationships, to Marcel Proust, Dan Fogelberg, etc., and to you — of course! — for your important visit, today.


* Talk about deja vu: I think I may have made this same momentous point — about zeros and numbers —  in a previous post.  Which is bound to happen, people. I’ve written 500 of these friggin’ things!

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