by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 15. We arrived late afternoon for our annual end-of-summer beach week. We unpacked. [Funny how two words represent over an hour’s worth of work.] Then we eagerly headed to the path that would take us through waving sea grasses, over a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, Literacy |
March Slice of Life No. 14. Thinking about writing, I open Country Life in American (1913) to the last article I had been reading. I turn a few digital pages to “Inside the House that Jack Built.” “Chapter IV. The Owner’s Bedroom,” part...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 13. I watch the jet bridge for Gate A28 move slowly like a giant arm toward us, latching onto our plane. The seat belt sign blinks off with a ding. Buckle clicks in rapid fire follow. In a single automatic move — quick and sweeping...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 12. I. Relaxing in lawn chairs, we soak up the warm March sun. EM is bouncing around, shooting hoops, rolling on her belly on the basketball, sitting on the porch steps. II. Caw…caw! Caw…caw! The raucous call of a crow comes from...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 10. Evening came and I had not written a slice. I wondered, what should I write? Blank. I only knew that it would be short. I thought about today being the 9th day of March and my name being Nine. That idea lasted about nine seconds. Then I...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 9 * Poetry Friday. During the month of February I participated in Laura Shovan’s 6th Annual February Poetry Project. On Day 11, Linda Baie provided a pencil drawing as our prompt. Linda received the pencil drawing, “Monday”...
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