1. While talking to my Asheville Potter son Josh in China via Facebook audio on Christmas, he said people keep asking him if he’s eating a lot of Chinese food. “Yeah, but here, they just call it food.” 2. It was the first time Josh hasn’t been home for Christmas, the first Christmas full moon […]
Our World Tuesday / Wordless Wednesday
~ The following 2015 review was done by excerpting the first line or few in one post from each month last year. You can click on the name of the month for a full accounting. January – In my world, the only thing better than going out dancing for a case of the winter doldrums […]
The stockings were hung The toys were tested The children sang carols And the neighbors came dressed in their candy cane best Some grown-ups played bubbles Others feasted on sweets Still others, stayed up late sending Santa Claus tweets Shadow Shot Sunday
1. You know that scene from A Christmas Carol when Scrooge wakes up with a change of heart after having been visited by the ghosts throughout the night? It’s Christmas morning and he goes to the window to shout down to a little boy and ask what day it is and whether the prize turkey […]
Glass ball ornament string of lights sky Punchbowl moon for auld lang syne __________Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Every ornament on my tree holds a memory and has a history. This card defines the theme of what I call ‘my 5-minute tree,’ which is small, decorated in red and gold and actually takes about 15 minutes to put up and decorate. I got the card many years ago from my first mother-in-law, the grandmother […]
Shadow Shot Sunday
-The following first appeared in a November issue of The Floyd Press The June Bug Center’s debut performance was an original production that involved a carpetbagger, an apple stack cake, a blue flower and a ghost. Billed as “Live Storytelling,” under the name Appalachian S.T.E.A.M. (Story Telling Evokes Appalachian Magic), the production was performed on […]
1. Leave it to a poet to have his last words upon leaving this world be: “My ride showed up.” John Trudell February 15, 1946 – December 8, 2-15 2. I spent a lot of time listening to the spoken word poetry of Santee Sioux Poet and activist, John Trudell while working in my friend’s […]
I look for her on the tops of trees I think she’d notice that the poplar pods are empty That they’re shaped like baby tulips cups for the mysterious drinks that keep me small and made her so big My eyes search the unseen and when I lose what I need I know she knows […]
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