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A Smoothie

A Smoothie

March Slice of Life No. 30 It was very warm afternoon on a mid-August day the summer EN was four. I loaded the blender with the ingredients for a chocolate smoothie and threw in the lone banana from the fruit basket on the counter. I poured Carl a tall glass. As I was...
Indifference

Indifference

March Slice of Life No. 29Poetry Friday These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and...
The Bike Ride

The Bike Ride

March Slice of Life No. 28 BACKSTORY It was the summer of Mt. St. Helens. We were living in Arlington, Texas – then a small town situated between Dallas and Fort Worth. By early June, a high pressure ridge had formed over the Midwest, refusing to be budged, swathing...
The Old Pear Tree

The Old Pear Tree

March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
Winter Trees

Winter Trees

March Slice of Life No. 26 Branches scratching the sky, begging for a blanket of snow. EM is a delightful kindergartner. She likes pink and all things chocolate.EN, one of EM’s four older brothers,is a wise second grader.EM and EN are best buddies. On a winter...
Pays to Pay Attention

Pays to Pay Attention

March Slice of Life No. 25. Entry from my Travel Journal. Sitting at the Gate 18A … will board my flight shortly. It’s raining… and I’m hoping weather doesn’t delay my flight. I hate getting into a place late at night… heading to...
The Gypsy

The Gypsy

March Slice of Life No. 24 She was the littlest one, just four and a half years old. She had black curly hair that framed her face with ringlets. Her skin was smooth with olive tones, tanned and rosy from outdoor play. She still had some of her toddler chubbiness. It...
Answer!

Answer!

I enjoy impromptu drives with my husband on pretty days. We were out and about doing some errands. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time. So we headed south a bit to take a longer way home, driving through the veterans’ cemetery. Strange? Not when...
If you can …

If you can …

March Slice of Life No. 22.Poetry Friday If you can dream and not make dreams your master;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .From “If–” by Rudyard Kipling I was digitally thumbing pages in a teacher book* from yesteryear: Poems...
Our Day Begins

Our Day Begins

March Slice of Life No. 21 FREE WRITEcapturing morning moments Our day begins before the sun has risen, while darkness still blankets earth and our city slumbers, we put our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, pour another cup of coffee and retire to our front room...
Sticky Buns

Sticky Buns

March Slice of Life No. 20 I am participating in Laura Shovan’s “Annual February Daily Poem Project” which we are doing in March this year. We are writing in response to food prompts. Today’s prompt was posted by Molly Hogan: Day...
‘Possums

‘Possums

March Slice of Life No. 19 I’ve heard it said that to be healthy, we should have at least one roll-on-the-floor laugh each day. My grandkids often provide me one, sometimes shared via texting. Just the other day, my grandsons were engaged in their daily silent...
Steamy Canned Soup

Steamy Canned Soup

March Slice of Life No. 18 I am participating in Laura Shovan’s “Annual February Daily Poem Project” which we are doing in March this year. We are writing in response to food prompts. Today’s prompt was posted by Diane Mayr. Day 18 —...
A March Day

A March Day

March Slice of Life No. 17 I had finished mysecond coffee bythe time the sun rosein flaming colors acrossthe southeast sky. All morning I watched it cast the long shadows of our northwest winter. In the afternoon I walked to my daughter’s house. Brown leaves,...
Nicely Dressed

Nicely Dressed

March Slice of Life No. 16From my Travel Journal A man and a woman stop at the end of the row where I’m seated, within earshot, in an almost empty gate area. They arrange their luggage and converse briefly. With a comment about getting something to drink, the...
Caged Birds

Caged Birds

March Slice of Life No. 15Poetry Friday I.I read a blog post; on that post, I clicked a link about a book.On Amazon I chose to “Look inside” and read a poem . . . The BirdBy Arthur Symons (1865-1945)I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; Life is a...
Your name is NINE?

Your name is NINE?

March Slice of Life No. 14 From my Travel Journal “Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.” –Mitch Albom I stepped from the car to the curb. The air was warm, as days in late September can be. Car exhaust was heavy. People were hugging and...
In the Garden Room

In the Garden Room

March Slice of Life No. 13 I remember it well. It was a Saturday morning. Unannounced, he came into my kitchen. “Gramma, can you help me? I forgot I have to read a book for a project.” “Really. By when?” “Monday.” “Monday?...
Pot Cheese

Pot Cheese

March Slice of Life No. 12 I.The prompt…Today’s poetry prompt in Laura Shovan’s annual poetry project (we are writing poems about food each day): Day 11. Cheese of any variety . . . my photo . . . taken in The Cheese Shop in Williamsburg,...
Jam Anyone?

Jam Anyone?

March Slice of Life No. 11. When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while. When I married, my husband wanted jelly/jam on the table at every meal. I objected. He...
Seeds

Seeds

March Slice of Life No. 10. I.I finally caved and joined a poetry writing community, taking up the challenge to write a poem each day from a “food” prompt for the month of March. Today’s prompt was a collage of seed photos. Here’s one of them,...
Saving Time

Saving Time

March Slice of Life No. 9. Saving time? Really?Every spring, I grumble about moving my clock ahead an hour. Arizona and Hawaii do not participate in the time change. I know this about Arizona because I often connect through PHX. I must think of PHX time as MST all...
Land-Locked

Land-Locked

March Slice of Life No. 8.Poetry Friday. Two weeks ago I tripped upon a sea poem by Celia Thaxter, “Seaward To ___”. I connected immediately with her words. {Perhaps because I love “all things sea.”} It was a natural next step for me to search...
The Grandma

The Grandma

March Slice of Life No. 7. An EM and EN Tale It is a motionless evening after a warm, uneventful August day. My daughter and I are sitting on her yard swing, chatting. Her youngest two are playing as a 5-year-old sister (EM) and a 7-year-old brother (EN) who are...
Travel Journal: TSA

Travel Journal: TSA

March Slice of Life No. 6. Travel Journal — You can’t make this stuff up! I am at Gate A22, waiting to board my last flight, PHX to PDX. Travelers are beginning the first steps of the boarding dance, pushing in toward the ropes that define the boarding lanes....