I Am From…

I Am From…

At a recent writing workshop, an ‘exercise’ was given to ’emulate’ a poetry ‘form’ (I chose the often-emulated “I Am From” by Mary Pipher) …. I am from Arden and Nadine. From Carl and Bertha. From Marvin and Madge...
From Impossible to Inevitable

From Impossible to Inevitable

Christopher Reeve once said something quite profound about dreams. He said, at first, they may seem impossible, then they appear improbable, but as the dreamer moves toward the dream – they become inevitable. I like that! My world comes alive with a pen in hand...
“But, I WANTED this baby…”

“But, I WANTED this baby…”

I’ll never forget that time! Though decades have passed, the memory remains palpable! It was the late 1970s. Jim and I had been married a few years, and though we had agreed to wait at least five years to start a family, I found myself yearning for motherhood....
Grandma’s Mantra!

Grandma’s Mantra!

The pendulum is swinging, and with it comes a promise of freedom! Freedom from stuff! Freedom from bulging closets and overstuffed drawers. Freedom from colored plastic totes, methodically organized and labeled, but full of even more stuff! You see, I’m the daughter...
More Thankfulness

More Thankfulness

I posted a few things I’m thankful for the other day — I’ll continue that list, today… I’m thankful for seasons. For change. For the freshness of Spring after a harsh Winter. For the promise of Winter after a harsh Summer. For the seasons...

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