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NaPoWriMo: Style from the Stylus

Well this morning I woke from an interesting dream: I dreamt I was sleeping and woke rested and raring to go.  Guess what?  I did. And I’ve got a lot to do.  Starting with back to poetry. Can I marry this prompt with a bit of Style from the Stylus? …think of a single thing or person (a house, your grandmother, etc), and then write a poem that consists of kenning-like descriptions of that thing or person. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. If you’re looking for examples, you can find one that…

Gratitude Monday: On the Run, and On the Fly.

OMGosh! It’s early evening already and I failed to take a moment to collect my thoughts around gratitude.  I’ve enjoyed my blessings since yesterday.   Wheeee! So much!  A sister, who chats with me for an hour on the phone and then says something so silly, so relatable, that I must laugh out loud for a full thirty seconds.  I love you Bonita, and I won’t tell the public what you said, but sister, the main reason I laughed so hard, is because I’ve had that shoe on both feet.  A sister who texts me to schedule lunch, no make that breakfast…

Memories on a Rainy Day

It’s Throw Back Thursday, so today, I’m asking you to hop on over to Once A Little Girl again and take a sad trip down memory lane. Do you ever have sad memories well up for way back when you were little?  Sometimes things that seemed long-buried come crashing to shore.  I’m so glad I have five sister, and two sisters by marriage to share my memories.  Please join me by clicking here.

Gratitude Monday: Sisters

Today’s Gratitude List is short and so, so sweet: Sisters:  I have five by birth and two by marriage.  Lucky me.  (Yes, I have brothers, too. I’m thankful for them, too.  Today I am talking sisters.) Deanna, for your inspiring sense of style.  I have none, so I must beg and borrow from others. Bonita, my first best friend. Vickie, thanks for calling just to say thank you and then some. Karen, your intelligence and creativity inspire me. Julie, what a wonderful visit we had this weekend. Marcia, next to littlest of the little kids.  You are to grace what…

NaBloPoMo: Mother and Four Sisters Journey East (Day 1)

Most of my family lives in Michigan. Three’s just me and Frank that live in another state. (Frankie, if your read my Once A Little Girl Blog. Yes, Frankie is one of the Little Kids, the one I put the diaper on. Frankie or Frank-the-Prank, or Frankfurter, or Frank by any other name; He is my Pal.) It’s probably no accident that the two of us live the furthest from our origin. We are the most independent, the most rebellious, the most adventurous. Anyways, that’s how I choose to see it.

I had a bright idea: take Amtrak to the small town near Mom’s. I can rest, write, read. The time is a about the same, 5-6 hours, depending on whether we get waylaid by a freight train, but I’ll arrive at just about the same cost, and no travel fatigue. That is, if I don’t count getting to the train station.

First, I get to attend Duckie teaching acrylic painting to the general public.
“I hate you for talking me into doing this!”
“I love painting. Did I spell anything wrong in my instruction?”
“I can’t wait.”
“I hate you.”

20130610-070140.jpgDuckie is wonderful. She takes over the crowd with her smile and her detailed instructions. From the small piece I get to see. I had to leave for the train 15 minutes in. I could have left at 2:08 on Metra, got to the station at 3:30 and ran for the 4:00.

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NaBloPoMo: The Challenge Begins on a Personal Note

Another gauntlet picked up by The Black Tortoise: NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month)  Every work day of June I will be posting something here or on Once A Little Girl.  I will abstain from posting on Saturday and Sunday.  Those are my days of ReWoMeN (ReconnectWorshipMeditateNap.)

I plan short, to the point posts, which are a little low on pictures.  Part of the time I’ll be traveling with three sister and a mom.  Sorry in advance if some of my posts are just too darned personal.  On the other hand, some of you may like a little insight into the personal side of The Black Tortoise.

So, with that as a starter, here’s a bit about my upcoming trip.

Photo Friday: Yes, She is 85

A wonderful birthday present to me:  my children (and some grandchildren and nieces and nephews) prepared and served the meal for my mom’s birthday party. (She’s 85, not me.)  I wish I had pictures of my helpers and the food they prepared and served, and the boat-load of dishes they cleaned afterwards.  Alas, I left the photography to Loved One.  Oh my!  The food was gorgeous.  I was free to enjoy the company. This is Mom.  You’ve heard a lot about her over  at my other blog, Once a Little Girl.  Look at how vibrant she is.  You can see…

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