I took some pictures
You can see them HERE!
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A ramble through the memories of a pretty little dutch girl
One day when I was a six-year-old first grader at William L. Cabel elementary school in North Dallas, our music teacher, Mrs. Adams, marched the whole class into the auditorium and sat us on the first two rows. I remember how tiny I felt in that cavernous room with its towering ceiling and wide stage
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Rising Action
Friday morning I woke up as usual. I threw on a hoodie over my pjs as usual. I shuffled out to the kitchen, ate a bowl of cereal, and drank a glass of orange juice, all as usual. As usual, while eating I scanned the newspaper George had already retrieved and set at my place.
What’s “have” anyway?
Sometimes I just wish people would stop long enough to weigh the consequences of their choices and then do the right, noble, considerate thing. Other times I just wish people would send me money and presents. Which is really the same thing, when you think about it. This morning George had to drive to Nacogdoches.
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moseyin’ like a small-town lion
We had an awesome storm today. Not at all wintry. More like a vanguard of March–thunder, wind, big fat raindrops that turned the bird bath into a liquid popcorn popper. The wind went wiggidy there for a bit, blowing over my neighbor’s glider swing, even setting off our city’s famous-for-being-after-the-fact siren system. I love that
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Pillow Talk
Happy Valentine’s Day! (Think chocolate.) In other news, one of the challenges to writing good fiction is making dialogue believable. How many times have you been reading a book and thought, “No one really talks that way”? There’s an art to natural dialogue, but the big question is, who gets to decide what’s “natural”? I
A Tale of Two Elis
First, the serious tale. O Eli, there’s a sanctity in your innocence A certain beauty and no uncertain strength That brings me to the faith, I don’t know if I, If I am climbing to or falling in, But it comes like grace from your tiny hands When I hold you in mine . .
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This is kind of cool.
In the February 10th issue of World Magazine, Susan Olasky used the regular Spotlight space to highlight internet sources for useful book recommendations. She provided URLs for eight sites, and one of them is The Master’s Artist, the group author blog where I post on alternating Thursdays. Susan also provided a link to fellow Master’s
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At the hop.
George took the new camera to Saturday night’s performance of the 50s show, and snapped a couple hundred pictures while experimenting with various settings. Some of them came out a big blur, but he also managed to capture some great moments that will give you a glimpse of the fun, energetic evening we all enjoyed.
Phone’s for you, Carly.
While working out this afternoon I heard a cell phone ring in my back yard. Yep. Right outside the window. Four quick rings. Pause. Four quick rings. Pause. Etc. If I hadn’t been sprawled on the floor, I would have peeked between the blinds to see what sort of fool stands in bone-chilling rain on
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