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When you re-read a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in yourself than there was before. –Clifton Fadiman, editor and critic (1904-1999) Each summer, I re-read one of my favorite books. Recent years, I have revisited The Secret Garden and Pride and Prejudice ( I…
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Just as appetite comes by eating so work brings inspiration. –Igor Stravinsky, composer (1882-1971) The writing prompts got me off to a good start and so I am sharing my first morsel of inspiration. I am inspired, deeply inspired, by knitting. The repetitive motion, the flow of colors through my fingers, visualizing the familiar and…
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Officially launching this blog in July after a soft start with my writing prompts. This pic is a prequel to great things to come or at least moderately interesting things to come. It’s a cabinet from a historic farm in Pennsylvania Dutch country. It’s chockful like me.
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As her old Pontiac turned not the familiar street so her neighborhood, Bea slowed down. Here were the streets she had pushed a stroller, greeted neighbors, held block parties. Many familiar faces had gone, some houses slightly changed, a new complex crowded in, only the trees seemed the same. Weary, Bea turned into her driveway.…
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{Day 18, Writing Prompt: Write from a twelve-year-old’s prospective} Bea carried the wire milk crate of books into the bookstore. The crate was filled with children’s books, some brand new with tight, uncracked spines, others worn and well read from when her own children were small. She had been buying books and saving books for…
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{Day 17 yada yada} Bea wiped down the kitchen counters with brusque strokes. Then she peeked into the dining room. Bea swept the big squares of speckled black and white linoleum. Then she peeked into the dining room. Bea sprayed the kitchen table with cleaner, threw the cloth at it and went into the dining…
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{Day Sixteen of Blogging U. Writing prompts} Scented with basil flowers and rosemary, Bea came in from the backyard garden carrying a basket of roses, cosmos, and herbs. Her knees and back ached from the demands of their sprawling flower beds. Vintage blue and green Mason jars lined the kitchen counters ready for the latest…
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Bea polished the dining room. The lemon oil glimmered over the dark veins of wood. She placed the square glass vase in the center of the table. Her roses fell to one side bleeding red petals on to the freshly polished surface. Tenderly Bea gathered the petals in her hand and carried them to the…
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(blogging University Writing 101 day 14) With the phone cradled between her shoulder and her ear, Bea listened to her daughter gently lie. “I just don’t understand. I thought this was all arranged. The girls would stay with me the first two weeks after school ended.” Bea tried to control her voice. “I know, I…
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(Writing 101 prompts Day 11, 12 & 13) Bea bolted upright and smacked the large display digital alarm clock. She would love to linger in bed, roll in the sheets, make a mountain of pillows, but laying in bed is for lazy people. Quickly and efficiently, Bea made the bed. She smoothed the already smooth…
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