Tag: childhood
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French Toast
I’d been wanting and craving,This decadent treat,My childhood favorite,A breakfast so sweet!Mom made it for dinner,When Dad was away,Eggs, milk and cinnamon,The Wonder Bread way!I’d been eyeing the menus,In each different city,Drooling over ingredients,And toppings so pretty.I finally found it,The one I would try,At a place in Atlanta,So peaches beside!Brioche and pecans,Made this dish rich,I…
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We’re Going on a Bear Hunt
The other day, Bridgette posted a beautiful piece called Photography: Beaver Moon. It featured an excerpt from the children’s book, We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. It took me back decades to when I was a little girl and my mother lead my Brownie Troop in a “Bear Hunt.” She was our troop leader and…
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Foreign Objects
A handful of years ago, I had a bike accident while riding on a towpath beside the Delaware River. I ended up beneath a couple of bikes and bodies and we all slid a distance before coming to a stop. In addition to cuts, scrapes, swelling and shock, I had a good deal of gravel…
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When I Was a Child, I Behaved Like a Child
My word this year is STORY and I’ve been thinking a lot about what my story is, how I tell it, who I tell it to, when I tell it and why I tell it. Little memories come to me and I think about whether they are ones worth sharing, turning over, finding meaning in. I am…
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Dancing Days Are Here Again
Beers in hand, my friend and I pulled up chairs to listen to live music at the local festival. The day was hot and humid and dark clouds threatened rain. There was a good sized crowd and listeners were, for the most part, attentive to the band. I LOVE live music and can listen to…
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Summer
Summertime, even at 54 years, has a way of reminding this soul to slow down, kick back, and relax. Sleep in, then stay in jammies, plop on the couch and read, moving lazily through the hot day. Nothing but fun and choice.
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The 4th of July
Growing up, the 4th of July was my favorite holiday, unlike most kids who favored Christmas. For me, the 4th was all about adventure, excitement and hubbub, with my house at the center of it. We were ideally situated (in my mind, anyway) just beyond the launching site for the fireworks. From our backyard, the…
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The Tack
So here’s an interesting story from my childhood, and a bit embarrassing at first glance. But bear with me, because maybe you’ve had a similar experience but under different conditions. For a number of years, my childhood bedroom had a thick, blue shag rug. On my sliding closet doors hung a full length mirror. As…
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Patterns
The regularity and repetition Of mustard and avocado colored squares adorning our kitchen wallpaper, Thin paper pinned to fabric for Mom to sew our matching mother daughter outfits, Rings hidden within tree trunks, the fur of our tiger cat, and the wings of a butterfly, Keys on the piano, the chorus of songs, the rhyming…
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Swan, A Found Poem
After reading “The White Flakes,” a Found Poem from Schindler’s List in which the author recasts a text as a poem, deleting words while keeping the important nouns and verbs to the best effect and choosing the lines and breaks, I decided to give it a try. Here is my attempt from a favorite childhood…
The Journey Inward 