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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...
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...
Finding Captain Jeremiah Stiles

Finding Captain Jeremiah Stiles

Slice of Life. I have been pairing quotes about poetry with images to celebrate poetry for the month of April. #NPM2018. Today’s quote is “Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.” When I read Seamus Heaney’s words, I immediately...

EN Anecdotes

March Slice of Life No. 26. Thumbing my journals today, I ran across a few EN anecdotes from his preschool years. Anecdote 1. EN had been trailing me around the house all afternoon. EN: What are you doing, Gramma? Me: Brushing my teeth. EN places his hand on his hip...
Hundreds of Cast-Offs

Hundreds of Cast-Offs

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...
In the Sycamore’s Shadow

In the Sycamore’s Shadow

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”...