THANKS FOR THE MEMORY

Same place, different holiday, but you get the idea. ca. 1972

Same place, different holiday, but you get the idea. ca. 1972

Once upon a Thanksgiving Day, the only room large enough to host the Lambo family was in my grand-parents basement that had been fitted with a second kitchen just for such occasions. The long, wood-paneled room sported a bar at the far end fashioned from the same panelling that covered the cinder-block walls. Its red speckled linoleum top ran just about the width of the room under a casement window Continue reading

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If

If
no one sees my tears,

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Does it mean I do not cry? Continue reading

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HERE A MO, THERE A MO, EVERYWHERE A MO-MO

I know what you’re thinking – “It’s mooooo. Everywhere a moo-moo.” Nope. This has nothing to do with Old McDonald Had A Farm. It’s about challenges, travels, and imagination. Continue reading

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IT’S NOT YOUR MAMMA’S HALLOWEEN RECIPE

halloween cookies‘Twas All Hallows Eve, the one-hundredth in a row,
When Headwitch prepared her special cookie dough.
Kids craved the old crone’s gooey, ghoulish treats—
Goodies that’d send them howling down streets.
‘Cause what would the spookiest day of the year
Be without tricks and a small dose of fear?

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SONG OF MY SELF ~ An Introspection

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While filing snippets of writing exercises, prompts, and ideas jotted on napkins in dark restaurants, I came across a poem I wrote using the first line in Walt Whitman’s 1892 poem “Song of Myself” as a starting point…

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself.”
For the authentic person I am becoming ~
No more hiding behind my other selves ~
the good, polite, quiet little girl
who always does what she is told.
No more conforming to that which is expected.

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GONE FISHING

With my motivation batteries out of juice and my head entrenched in a word cloud crammed full of ideas, yet unable to reel in the one which will inspire this post, I’ve decided to go fishing. Not your typical jump in your boat, push off, and row out to the middle of the lake kind of fishing. That’s too cumbersome. It would involve changing out of my pyjamas, slathering on sun-screen, and inflicting pain on earthworms. Continue reading

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BEING THE CHANGE

donna glacier 2 soapboxSteady now – okay, I’ve got it. Sometimes one soap box isn’t enough. Sometimes, when there’s so much going on, you’ve got to step it up a notch and kill two birds with one stone no, uh, maybeeee, bake two cakes in one oven? Nope. Wait! I’ve got it – Fix two owies with one hug! Or in this case, three.

Friends, Family, BlogMates – lend me your ears.

It’s a busy weekend coming up. Continue reading

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