Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
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A Woman’s Diary, “Rose”
My twelve year old soul, delighted in the thought of an evenings swim, pizza and snowstorms.. My fifty-five year old shoulders still ached six days later. I had forgotten the sensations of swimming…
A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
Poem. “ I remember.”
September 8, 2020. To contribute to International Literacy Day.. Love and a kiss just because, stephanie
The Fifty-Ninth Word
April 20, 2019 For the umteenth time, I started writing my book. Two days ago I began, my session… Read more The Fifty-Ninth Word
Vayomer Eliohim
March 28, 2019 I hadn’t been certain ‘vayomer eliohim’ were even proper words. Until three days ago I had been… Read more Vayomer Eliohim
Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
January 27, 2019 The winter romances a person. “Just for a bit, just a little,” begs January with the… Read more Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
The New Year of Corporate Entrepreneurship.
My buildings, my dreams of the business of the gallery, and my dreams of my own creative pursuits scare the creativity into me…my family, my life, and my career in a very corporate world scare the reality into me.
Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
Sunday, November 4, 2018 Eleven people died this week at the hands of another person who never knew… Read more Birds of a Feather, Indeed.
The Repercussion of Sarcastic Fashion
Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
the brick dandelion 