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Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday No. 19-0913 I had decided my day was too full to write a #PoetryFriday post. Then about an hour ago, the quiet of our afternoon was filled with a helicopter flying low and close, circling more than once. I stepped out to watch then returned to my kitchen...
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...