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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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‘Tis A 2022 CHRISTMAS BLESSING
‘Tis often the time of year my inner grinch hangs about But this time ’tis different I’ve news of a new sprout T’was the night of his birth… No… not that blessed one. The he here is Theo, the first … Continue reading
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Tagged 'twas poem, adventure, BIG BEAR AND LITTLE FISH by Sandra Nickel and Il Sung Na, children's picture books, Christmas 2022, dogs in Christmas pjs, Donna Lambo-Weidner, Donna Weidner, Nightmare Before Christmas pjs, ONE WORD FROM SOPHIA by Jim Averbeck and Yasmeen Ismail, TWO MANY BIRDS by Cindy Derby
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‘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
FROM MRS. HUMBUG TO YOU – A (sort of) Holiday Greeting
“‘Tis one week ’til Christmas,” resounds through the house. “And nothing’s been hung on the tree,” groans my spouse. Up go his arms in a frenzy, a near panic. “‘Twas weeks ago I dragged the box down from the attic! … 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
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Tagged 'twas poem, adventure, Donna Weidner, pet humor, pets' birthdays
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‘TWAS THE NIGHT OF WINTER SOLSTICE
‘Twas three nights before Christmas, the fifth of Hanukkah, four from Galungan, and still five ’til Kwanzaa. ‘Twas two months since Muharram and India’s festival of light, when sun snuggled down into earth’s longest night.
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ON BEING YACCARINO’D
‘Twas the first day of class, suspense flooded the room, Yet, my stomach gurgled a wee sense of doom. For I’ve been to enough workshops to know what to expect: A roller coaster of emotions, which inevitably reflect Anxiety, frustration, … Continue reading
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Tagged 'twas poem, beach, children's book writing, Dan Yaccarino, Donna Lambo Gwinnell Weidner, DPchallenge, page, poetry, roller, Shinnecock Museum, Southampton Writer's Conference 2014, strike, sunset
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‘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 →