by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
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?...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
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, in the manner that a 5-year-old sister (EM) and a 7-year-old brother...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
I’ve said it beforeAnd it’s still true . . .I don’t know what I’d do without you. Happy Valentine’s Dayto the woman who isand always will bethe best thing thatever happened to me.–verse from my Valentine You know that moment when...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. I.I placed a plate of thin apple slices and salty tortilla chips on the table and sat down across from him. Sliding to the edge of his seat he stretched his legs downward until his feet touch the floor. Perched with just the right balance so the chair...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Today is National Kite-Flying Day. That’s what I just read. Hmmm… I’ve always associated kites with March winds. I wonder? And… last night I watched “Kite Runner.” I wonder now, was it scheduled to coincide with this...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. Sun and clouds have battled all day, but as evening approaches, the sun has won. There is no rain. This is significant on a May evening in Portland. We gather early at Harrison Park, finding our places on the familiar bleachers. Dark clouds are blowing...
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