by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 9 “Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid.”— President Harry S. Truman I sit down at my departure gate to wait for our boarding call. Across from me sits a man. His head is shaved...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 8 While thumbing the pages of an 1920 reader [one that was read by students a hundred years ago], I found a short verse. It spoke to me of spring, its beauty and life, connecting me to past years, to many a springtime with trees blooming...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 6 From a free writing in my summer journal Tonight I’ve taken pleasure in simple things. Eating an enormous piece of pizza Chatting with my son as he grilled 24 cheeseburgers for his kids, cousins, and friends Hearing the shouts and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 6 It was a sunny day on the Oregon coast. The skies were blue and cloudless. There was little wind. The waves were churning brown with sand. And the sand — the cool, wet sand — was perfect for digging holes, building castles,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 4 We were driving along Highway 240. Through farms. Not far from Newberg. That’s where I saw the sign. It was a white sign. Not too big; not too small. It had two wooden posts holding it up at just the right height to read from the car...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 4 We took a back country drive. Bright yellow daffodils were blooming–those beside houses and driveways and those seemingly out of place. Did you know that daffodils don’t grow wild in woods or fields? When your see daffodils in a...
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