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Lather, Rinse, Repeat Yourself
Poetic Asides – Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 29 Prompt:The first "Two for Tuesday" prompt is to write a poem about exercise. For most people, you either love it or hate it. If you do exercise regularly, it would be interes… -
Bravo!
Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 24 Prompt:Today's prompt is to use a photograph to create a poem. You can raid your dustyphoto albums, look through your daily newspaper, scour the Internet, etc. Butyou must use … -
Doctor Seuss Would Be So Proud!
The way of the world today is hard on the English language. Text messages filled with abbreviated slang, chat-speak, and a surprising lack of punctuation have become the secret language of the next generation. I’ve bee… -
The Road My Pen Travels of its Own Accord
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The following is a writing exercise from the book Wild Mind: Living the Writer's Life.Starting with "I remember", write until y… -
She Sang It Is Well
I posted earlier this month about my experience as part of the volunteer American flag honor guard for a local fallen soldier. It was something I will never forget. I've been following the news stories lately, feeling a… -
Thank You Is Not Enough
We gathered yesterday in the 103 degree heat, and waited. Flags of all sizes in our hands, in the ground in front of us, did not wave in the breeze. There was no breeze. But they boldy proclaimed our love for America, fo… -
My Son's a Senior
My husband, Larry, has been a really talented photographer since he was about 16. Our closet is overflowing with cameras, camera parts, and photos. Our computer folders are packed with digital photo files of every famil… -
The Rhythm of Parenting Teenagers
CupsThis is how it goes:Clap, clap. Tap, tap, tap. Clap, grasp, move.Clap, grasp, twist-tap, down.Twist-grasp, slap, pass.My kids have been playing for at least ten years. Hours of practice, laughing and do-overs finall… -
Pieces
I watch her closely as she sleeps, this young woman napping on my bed. Her breathing is steady, and the way her hair falls across her cheek... who is this person, this stranger, who seems so familiar? Her voice on the ph… -
Jotham
My little boy became a man today. The first time I saw you, you were tiny – I know, it only lasted a few days, but believe me, tiny is the word for it. Blue eyes and red hair that later became blonde. A boy. I was …
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