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.
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WHAT’S GOT MY GOAT TODAY? – The Pet Peeve That Got Away
We all have strong opinions on one thing or another – the issues that get your goat. There are plenty to go around, right? I don’t think I need to list any. You know yours. I know mine. We probably … Continue reading
‘Tis Time For An Other ‘Twas
‘Twas the day before Christmaswhen I realized this poem ’twas ready for the trash bin(after stifling a whopping groan).But then I asked myself, “What’s Christmas, without a fun ’twas?”So I grappled with this rhymer thinking, I’ll just add a disclaimer clause. Okay, there … Continue reading
IF YOU COULD TURN BACK THE SUNDIAL…
…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,
SOMEONE PINCH ME – I Think I’ve Woken Up On Mars
From my bed,waning moon glides across a velvet sky.A planet shimmers nearby,far above the earthandmy head. The Blue Marble rotates. Woke up 7:00 a.m.to pumpkin spice darknessodorlessit took only one dream and half a nightmareto travel theforty-three point seven five six million … Continue reading
A SUNDAY NOODLE
If this is BEAUTY-FUL and this is
WHAT THE ICEBERG SAID
Bold. Blue. Megalithic. To think I might have begun as a whispered word on an ancient’s breath,a droplet in the spray of a neolithic sneeze, the spatter in a sputtered warning, “Run!”a single snowflake spit from a cloud, delivered on … Continue reading
Posted in ADVENTURES, ANCIENT WISDOM and TEACHINGS, ARCTIC WONDER, POEMS, TEACHINGS FROM THE FAR NORTH, VIEW FROM MY SOAP BOX
Tagged adventures in Greenland, climate change, D. G. Lambo, D. G. Lambo-Weidner, Disko Bay, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, Donna Lambo-Weidner, Greenland, ice berg, ice berg themed poetry, ilulissat, melting ice cap, poetry, wisdom from the far north
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TWO QUIRKS, A CONSIDERATION, AND A QUANDARY – a.k.a. Peculiar Pandemic Ponderings
THE QUIRKS: My husband surprised me with blueberry pancakes for breakfast today, and for the first time ever, I noticed that I eat my pancakes in measured quadrants reminiscent of PHI, the law of divine proportion. Later, I nibbled on … Continue reading
Posted in ADVENTURES, HUMOR, VIEW FROM MY SOAP BOX
Tagged #coviditis, adventure of a coffee bean, COVID 19 contemplations, D.G.Lambo, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, Donna Lambo-Weidner, law of divine proportion, life cycle of a coffee bean, oddities, phi, quirks, ruthless pirate, the golden ratio
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MOTHER LOVE – An Earth Day Tale
It’s been seven years since this story was first posted (2013). Our planet’s population has increased circa 6.5 million. Have we taken measures to better care for our Mother and ultimately ourselves? Let’s see… Sweating and belching, the young mother … Continue reading
MINING 4 MEMORIES IN THE LEAST LIKELY PLACE
webs of spun silk billow in morning’s mild breeze sparkling orbs handiwork of moonlight’s toil twinkle plucked from the cosmos of recollection a cache of memories cling to spider’s haphazard roadmap many muddled fuzzy out of reach others beckon for … Continue reading
THE POWER OF LOVE
She stands facing the pale, windswept bay, tall and erect as the ancient redwoods poking through the shroud of fog folding over the mountain range behind her. They loom in the distance like a pack of protective brothers, chanting in … Continue reading