“The Moon is Always Full”

In 2014 when my memoir, “My Precious Life” was published, I was working on a book of poetry, in the works for over forty years. “The Moon is Always Full” is now about a week away from printing. This is a sample cover of the book which contains one-hundred-and-twenty-nine poems, including thirty-one in haiku form.

This is proof positive that we are never too old to start something new. Having been on this planet for eighty-one-plus years, each day continues to be an opportunity to welcome new ideas and seek new horizons. Carpe diem!

Questions and feedback are most welcome.


Once a month…

sometimes twice,

the full moon is revealed:

but when it’s on the wane

that fullness seems concealed.

Its many phases mark the heavens,

earth’s tides reveal its pull

the naked eye may yet espy

the moon is always full.

©Patricia Ann Boyes




It’s Virtual Coffee Time Again

Hi! We haven’t met for coffee since July 2017 and we need to catch up.

As always, my opening question is, “What’s new and interesting in your life since we last had a coffee date?”

Ah, you’re recovering from that nasty divorce that set you on your derriere shortly after our last get-together. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but, as you say, it was a learning experience and life goes on. I know there is a great new life for you just around the bend.

Oh no! You’re usually trustworthy old car has let you down for the last time and the mechanic said don’t spend any more money on it and you said, “Now what? I’m 86 years old and not about to buy a new car.” Then the mechanic tells you about a ride program for seniors and there you are…on the road again. There’s an answer to every problem and you not only solved your own but offered the information to other seniors whose transportation problems were solved as well. Good for you!

Hey! You’re back in the music business after a few years out in the work world. I’ve seen some of your gigs online and they are pretty awesome. What a wonderful way to spend your retirement years. Congratulations!

You’re working on publishing your second book? Fantastic! I can’t wait to read it.

What? You’re granddaughter-in-law is expecting a baby after being told she probably never would? That’s a God-send! It’s your eleventh great-grandchild?! Congratulations! Let me know when that baby gets here so I can rejoice with you.

You saw the movie, Book Club, starring four famous divas and laughed so hard you nearly …. …. …..? That’s almost as funny as the movie. Yes, I saw it too with the same reaction. I now have new respect for my aging self, don’t you?

Have you read any good books lately? I just re-read Jonathon Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach. It has been on my book shelf for years and it’s time to let it go. Good old Jonathon..he’s still out there soaring the skies and teaching that there is more to life than the habitual daily grind.

Gee, it’s fun being with all of you again. Let’s not let so much time go by before our next virtual coffee date. I love being in your company and catching up on your lives. Oh, yes, and tea is good too. Until next time…..



My Precious Life – Book and Blog

Product DetailsYesterday, My Precious Life, the blog, realized ten-thousand views. That is something I never dreamed of when I started blogging in April of last year. This is blog number two-hundred-and-ninety-nine, and let me take this opportunity to thank all who have followed My Precious Life and thereby contributed to its success.

As happy as I am with this accomplishment, it would bring even more happiness to have these numbers translate into book sales.

Here is a brief overview of the book for those who have not read it yet:

Pain and poverty paved the way to peace and spiritual prosperity in the life of the author, Patricia Ann Boyes, ordinary person.

In this memoir she takes us from a three-year-old child witnessing her mother’s brutal beatings, to a seventeen-year-old suffering the throes of childbirth; through a bitter marriage breakdown, and on to new love, entrepreneurship, and a battle with cancer. 

This memoir will not compare with that of the rich and famous or with the extraordinary drama of the Malalas of the world, but it may compare in some ways with the lives of other ordinary people who also have a story to tell, lessons to learn, and obstacles to overcome.

It’s a story of believing God’s promises and learning life’s lessons.

Someone once said, “Don’t die with your words or your music still in you.”

The author has taken this advice.

I also took the advice of Jeremiah 30:2 “Write in a book all the words I have spoken to you.”

The book may be purchased online or by ordering from a local book store. It is available in soft or hard cover and e-book.





Thank you and happy reading.

In Good Company

I’ve had this life-long dream of writing a book, never believing it would come to fruition…but it is…(coming to fruition!) Why did it take me so long? Well, living life played a great role, and “to everything there is a season” as Ecclesiastes, chapter three, so eloquently puts it: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…”

It took me seventy-seven years but look what famous people accomplished in their elder years:

Albert Schweitzer was still treating his patients at age 90.

Grandma Moses was still painting at 100.

Edison was still inventing at 80.

Shaw was still writing plays after 90.

Frank Lloyd Wright worked until 90 as did Picasso.

Rubenstein received a standing ovation at 88

Monet was still painting in his 80’s.

Michelangelo was still building St. Peter’s in Rome when he died at 89.

And our own Alice Munroe, Canadian short story author, won the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature at age 82

So, I don’t feel so bad. These people are my creative heroes.

There’s a good old saying, “You are judged by the company you keep”, which I used to tell my children, if they ever found themselves in the company of some who would or could lead them off the path I felt they should follow; one of honesty (above all) and truth.

And now, here am I, ordinary person, trying to keep company with these famous “oldsters” of bygone days. Maybe I’ll be worthy of a Nobel Prize in Literature by the age of one-hundred-and-twenty: and then again, maybe not. One can only dream. I would love to rub shoulders with these celebrated people, and be judged by the company I keep.