Subjective Perspective

The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I, a mere rag doll, in tattered frays, While others dressed as […]

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Home

Bearing witness to the mostly-melted snow cover blanketing the yard, I allow thoughts of Spring to seep through the portal of my mind’s eye.

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Home

This sonnet is a reflection of the happy days so long ago, when we surreptitiously (or so we thought) parked across the street from our new home.

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Before the Dawn

I have always been an early bird, creeping out of vacation hotel rooms to avoid waking the family, camera case slung over my shoulder and flip-flops tucked under my arm. I cannot miss the sunrise. I know that the most beautiful moments are fleeting and often are on display before the sun rises up, as if […]

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Pastorale (Weekly Photo Challenge: Adventure!)

🌻🌻🌻 It was a sun-soaked, May afternoon, as we sped from Avignon to Paris, and were treated to seemingly, unending views of verdant pastures, whizzing by like freeze frames from the window of our TGV. I suspect, that to many of our fellow travelers, the expansive vistas  and intense colors soon became repetitive and uninspiring; but to […]

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“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry”

*** As I peruse my vacation photos from last year I pause at this one, the personification of this week’s Photo Friday theme: SUNLIGHT. Anticipation, mixed with a healthy dose of nostalgia, overwhelms me, as I know our first-floor, lagoon-view, room has been forever changed by the construction of DVC Villas directly in front of […]

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Only a Game

I was home on that fateful night in April, 1989. My teenage daughter had given up on trying to stay awake to watch the championship game, broadcast “Live” from Seattle; so armed with my Pirate gear, a huge bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine, I perched alone, in front of the tv, waiting […]

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Raggedy Ann’s ‘Happily Ever After’

🎳🎳🎳 That’s when she noticed him for the first time – the first time in a decade. As ten year-olds, they had known each other and ‘liked’ each other,  when they co-starred in their 4th grade Christmas skit. Even then, she felt compelled to be near this cute little boy; so in response to Sister […]

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Memory Lane

It was the summer of 2012.   A casual stroll through a quaint New England town had suddenly morphed into  a glimpse of nearly forgotten youth. Expecting to find a cute cafe, but settling instead on a trendy pub, she was startled to find herself in the middle of ‘Memory Lane‘: She was a chemical […]

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Many Are Called

Father John, her favorite parish priest and regular confessor, was an obvious choice from whom to request a college recommendation. Church and school  were the heart and soul of her world, augmenting perfectly the love and support she received, unquestioningly, from her family.  Her dependence on and trust in her spiritual teachers, had made a […]

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