The conductor raised his baton, cued the poet, and the phone sang in tune with the music of the spheres. Or something like that. Her husband sat at the table nearby sorting the mail. She’d just read the poem on the screen silently to herself. Twice. And, as she had so many times before, she […]
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If you’ve been feeling unappreciated or ignored; if your ego needs a little boost; if you want to know what it feels like to be surrounded by adoring fans, I have just the thing for you. Become a choreographer. 2005 marks my eighth year working with the local high school choral department on their musical
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I’d been warned that the piano tuner was a crusty old guy. But he’s good at what he does, so I was willing to put up with his salt. Besides, I’m always eager to meet an interesting character. When I called him last week and described my upright grand, I could picture him rolling his
We celebrated Thanksgiving in Dallas with twenty-two relatives. Good food. Good conversation. Good laughs. It was all good. After dinner my sister gathered everyone together and played a CD of her son’s band performing a song he wrote about Jacob–a song that snagged the attention of a record label rep when he heard it and
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People come into our lives in interesting ways. It’s fun to follow the thread of one’s own and another’s path, noticing where they first crossed and why, and then watching the progressive weavings and twinings form a lovely, delicate design in the tapestry of life. I met Dustin, Stefanie’s brother, when she was still a
A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to
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Some of the journalites have posted movie picks on their sites. I haven’t seen many of the recommended flicks, but I do notice a general trend toward dark, heavy themes. Movies with meat. Plots that make you think. Call me a nerd, but I honestly adore a movie that makes me laugh till tears pour
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This is written in iambic something-or-other. I know tetrameter is four metrical feet per line, and pentameter is five metrical feet per line. But what’s the name for three? I don’t know that. So, anyway. It’s iambic. And it’s got three metrical feet per line. And it’s for Ragamuffen. Happy Birthday, love! A poet-child is
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This was by far her best “A” yet. Blue is the right color for A, Madeleine thought, as she put the finishing touches on the large block letter. It looks just right with the pink alligator behind it! She glanced up from her coloring book to see the new kid, Trey, staring at her from
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