by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 11. When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while. When I married, my husband wanted jelly/jam on the table at every meal. I objected. He...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : December 20, 2016. We consider Christmas as the encounter, the great encounter, the historical encounter, the decisive encounter, between God and mankind. He who has faith knows this truly; let him rejoice. Pope Paul VI Each year, I enjoy so...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : December 12, 2016. First, big wet, sloppy flakes fell. Then, the wind began to howl, driving the flakes sideways, changing them to little pellets of ice. The wind blew so ferociously that when my furnace shut off, the cold that had been...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : November 22, 2016. It is early. The sun has not yet risen; windows are still black with night. Waiting at Gate A4, sipping a steamy, creamy morning coffee, I casually watch fellow passengers as they gather. That’s when I see her. She is bent...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 23, 2016. A week of August is left. But the squirrels have already stripped the walnut tree of its fruit and buried it. At least that’s what my daughter and I think. Yesterday we stood under her old walnut tree, looking for any sign of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 16, 2016. It’s all Robyn Hood Black’s fault and she has no idea. I read her Friday Poetry blog post last week. Bugscuffle? Really! I just couldn’t let go of it. She’d piqued my curiosity. Now, if anyone reads any...
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