A Little About Me
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
Personal Links
Categories
2020 CONTINUOUS VIRTUAL FESTIVAL
Share the Joy of Reading with
Most Popular
Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
-
MOST RECENT
Member Since 2007
© 2012-2021 Donna Gwinnell Lambo Weidner
Punishment for ignoring said © is, at best, death by hanging from the tallest yardarm. Content may be shared for non-commercial use as long as credit is given to Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner and linked to http://donnaweidner.com All photo, art, and media content that is not my own are for representational + non-commercial purposes. I do my best to give credit where it is due.
BLOG-MATIES I VISIT
Category Archives: FAMILY
TASTE OF INDIA – Jammin’ on the Streets
Car horns honk. Motorbikes beep. Tuk-tuks toot. The wave of sound winds down as the steel herd halts for a red signal, then builds again when the traffic light turns green and the swarm surges forward. The pack pushes through the streets of Delhi … Continue reading
TASTE OF INDIA – A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Taj
Potty talk took on a new meaning for me today when I stopped to wash my hands in the ladies room before lunch. I had just pumped the soap dispenser and turned on the tap when a young voice from inside … Continue reading
LITERALLY, THE END
Out of all the tickers that stopped at precisely 12:15 pm, Alastair Hoodwink managed to squeeze a few more seconds from his for a last word with his son Malcolm… “When the world literally begins to fade into a blank canvas, rest assured, … Continue reading
A MOST DUBIOUS COLLECTION
Alice Wetherby Pimms had a penchant for collecting governesses. Of her many peculiarities, this was perhaps the most curious, for in the first seven and three-quarter years of her young life, shipping magnate Roderick Pimms’ only child had procured precisely eleven of them. Rounding up, this would … Continue reading
ONCE THE LIGHT IS OUT
I miss you already. Once the light is out and the room is silent, I will miss you even more. “Remember the time…” fills the house already. Once the light is out and the house is silent I will remember you even more… Like how you … Continue reading
Posted in ADVENTURES, EVENTS, FAMILY, LUCY and JAZZIE, POEMS
Tagged adventure, circle of life, Donna Weidner, love and loyalty, man's best friend, ode to my pet, putting your pet down, writer
31 Comments
TODAY IS A GOOD DAY
Seven weeks. That’s forty-nine days or one-thousand-one-hundred-seventy-six hours since my last post. When I began blogging nearly three years ago, my intention was to post once a week with an occasional lapse only due to post adventure maladies, jelly-fish stings, or extended bouts … Continue reading
A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE MALL
Wedding bells are gonna chime very soon, so on the way to shop for my dress I dropped to my knees (well, not really), looked up to the heavens to plead to the goddess-of-formal-wear for a speedy find (yes, actually), and was immediately greeted by this … Continue reading
REQUIEM FOR AN UNNAMED SOUL
A clean page A fresh start That is the promise. Did you decide it was time to leave? Or did you depend on your heart to make that choice? Were you in over your head – unable to see the silver … Continue reading
ONE MORE REASON TO ‘TWAS
‘Twas the 6th of January, one more reason to feast, ‘Twas not only Little Christmas, but the birthday of our beast. Five years ago, she’d been placed here on earth Apparently, with intentions of spreading merriment and mirth. For why else … Continue reading
Posted in ADVENTURES, EVENTS, FAMILY, HUMOR, LUCY and JAZZIE, POEMS
Tagged 'twas poem, adventure, Donna Weidner, pet humor, pets' birthdays
12 Comments
‘TWAS THE NIGHT OF BAH HUMBUG
‘Twas just before Christmas, when the Grinch played his part. His slim, furry fingers fouled my holiday’s start by pointing out the turmoil bubbling up in our world- the hatreds, the judgements, the greed that had unfurled. Indeed, ’twas too late, for neither laugh nor smile, would ward off … Continue reading →