Vivica and Nora from Next Door
Vivica and Nora from Next Door Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: well then, a most sarcastic talking man, coal and a thousand colored pencils, she was starving herself, [...]
Vivica and Nora from Next Door Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: well then, a most sarcastic talking man, coal and a thousand colored pencils, she was starving herself, [...]
This poem continues my theme of December oranges, but also serves as a holiday warning: don't let this season try your patience and drive you to exhaustion! Remember, the smartest [...]
Continuing my December theme, I give you my own personal ode to oranges. . . Oranges are loud. Oranges are splashy. They are not subtle. They are not shy. They [...]
Alive in the Moment Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: urge to be alive in the moment, sound of waves lapping around the house, whipping like an energetic [...]
Here in California it remains unseasonably warm, so it's hard to believe that the holidays are right abound the corner. I want to let you know that all the paperback [...]
Every year on Pearl Harbor Day, I like to tell the story of my late mother, who was picking oranges with her best friend on December 7th, 1941, when they [...]
On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the first oranges of the season when Louise’s mother came out to the yard to [...]