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Eyes to See Grace, Excerpt II
Grace squatted between the rows of Russian Kale, in time the cooler fall temperatures would transform their green leaves to a deep burnished red foliage. Near each row she pushed a tall spindle into the ground registering the location which … Continue reading
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After the Party…the Flu?
I woke up with the flu this morning, a miserable flu virus, by 11 am I was wishing for death. Soloist
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Piddling Around
I was listening to an audio book titled The Boleyn Inheritance, the story referenced a river in England, the River Piddle to be exact. What a giggle, the River Piddle? I was curious as to whether or not this is an … Continue reading
A Chance Meeting with Mary Casanova
The following post is from 2007 but here are the details of the 2008 craft fair for those who are landing on this blog because they are looking for information: Little Falls Arts and Crafts Fair 09/06 to 09/07 2008 Downtown – Little … Continue reading
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Excerpt of the Day
Marty was a paunchy man with eyeglass lenses so oversized that their only beauty was a false sense of imbued vision. His sallow colored hair was parted disingenuously to the right, so far right that its delineation could also be … Continue reading
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Falling Short
So far I can honestly say that I’ve fallen short of building this blog to match the vision I had of it. Today I planned to add content beyond the posted excerpts but found myself unable to move. My body … Continue reading
Excerpt of the Day
The rest home held the traditional sterile atmosphere that caused its inhabitants to die of boredom. Residents sat staring at their own shoes slowly drowning in a sea of blank white everything. White sheets, floors, walls and nurses saturated their … Continue reading
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Excerpt of the Day
Since no members of the community were black, there was no need for the local school district to recognize national holiday’s like Martin Luther King’s birthday. Instead they provided students with days off for occasions that truly reflected the identity … Continue reading
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Excerpts of the Day
Her grandmother used to say that relatives shouldn’t die in winter because their just too hard to bury. Every winter she vowed to live and every spring she promised to die, a commitment she renewed even after her lifespan … Continue reading
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everything’s so small…
When I looked in the mirror today I thought the dark circles around my eyes looked like someone grease penciled my binoculars. Not that I have binoculars, just 2 consecutive sleepless nights. As I patted the dark shadows under my … Continue reading
