Monthly Archives: March 2009

Welcome To My World

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Missy

As I wandered through pet stores and humane societies on that cold November afternoon in 1989, Missy was wandering the crowded streets looking for me. Now this may sound corny to anyone except a dog lover, but it’s true. My … Continue reading

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She (*inspired by a roadside stop in Colorado)

It was many years ago that she sat beside the Shoon River. The mountains surrounded her, while many tall pine trees shaded her. The sun, visible through the trees, flickered brightly, warming a soft blanket of moss at the edge … Continue reading

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The Lonely Rose

In the large room I hear the high-pitched hum of the whispering voices behind me. I try to block it out. *** I stared at my mother, remembering when we first moved to our home in Hobart, Indiana. Her hair … Continue reading

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Sleep

As I travel through the catacombs of slumber all around me words of wonder reel and whirl in emptiness– etched in fields of stardust. Emotions ooze through tunnels of night; my mind flows free no need to fight. Restrictions leave, … Continue reading

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Garfield Street 1953

It was a windy and cold November when we moved. Calico leaves fluttered ’round the ground of the green house with the squeaky porch swing and white picket fence. I tasted the icy, shriveled grapes that clung low to the … Continue reading

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Growing Up

Chicken Pox, house calls Vicks on chest, steam on walls Cough syrup, low spirits “Thumbelina, Thumbelina…” On the radio. Snow suits, zippered boots Private schools with strict rules Coloring books, numbered hooks Playground, Monkey bars. Children On the go. Jump … Continue reading

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