by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Tuesday #190402 Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you”… My daughter, her husband, and their five children were out and about doing errands and having fun the way families do. It was lunchtime and they were more than an...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 31 For my 31st and last slice for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge 2019, I have composed a poem from my March titles. Though it is utter nonsense, somehow meaning seems to linger just below the surface of the words. As for requirements...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 30 It was very warm afternoon on a mid-August day the summer EN was four. I loaded the blender with the ingredients for a chocolate smoothie and threw in the lone banana from the fruit basket on the counter. I poured Carl a tall glass. As I was...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 29Poetry Friday These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 28 BACKSTORY It was the summer of Mt. St. Helens. We were living in Arlington, Texas – then a small town situated between Dallas and Fort Worth. By early June, a high pressure ridge had formed over the Midwest, refusing to be budged, swathing...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
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