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So here we are in the month of December, and tomorrow being the feast of St. Nicholas, I was reminiscing about what this day meant to me growing up. Eastern Europeans and their ancestors celebrate this saint’s feast day in a variety of ways. (I read a newsclip about a parade in the Czech Republic
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Well, it’s been an interesting end of 2021 and a new beginning in a fun year word to say, 2022. The day after Christmas, my life took a left turn. I fell and broke my arm. In my bathroom. Doing nothing other than walking across the floor to grab something. (honestly, I was going too
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As these warm summer days and evening sunlight will soon end, I won’t be sitting outside writing for much longer. I thought I’d take inventory before I’m back to writing indoors. Some things I did this summer: I listened to a free series of writing webinars called Children’s Book Mastery recently, and was pleasantly surprised
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It’s snowing lightly in Toledo, enough to have canceled our plans, and so I hunkered down in the cold to write. I finished a poem I’m entering in a Valentine writing contest next week. It came easy at first, earlier in the week, then a trickle of inspiration here and there, and then hard to
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In her annual 12 Days of Christmas for Writers, author Julie Hedlund asks us to celebrate our surprises and successes as we reflect on the past year. I thought about these words as the holidays came to an end and the new year loomed. Some of my successes and surprises have intersected and some have
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Day One: Vacationing in November is something new for me. Usually, I’m up to my ears in holiday to-do lists, trips to the park or the gym, and in years past, volleyball practices, games, and tournaments with my younger daughter. Not this year- so we took a week long trip out west. I have always
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I am into making fun costumes for Hallowe’en, not the run-of-the mill type, but costumes that make people think. This year, I took a green shift dress, draped it with leaf-themed fabric, sewed silk leaves onto the shoulders, and made a leaf-covered headdress. To elaborate, my costumes each year are either a play on words
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I opened a magazine that came in the mail. Thumbing through it absentmindedly, as I usually do with magazines like this one, I stopped, stunned by a seemingly innocuous article about a parade in Massachusetts. There, in a large photograph accompanying the article, walking in the parade, was my look-alike. I don’t mean a sort-of
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I placed a hold on Marie Benedict’s book THE ONLY WOMAN IN THE ROOM, about Hedy Lamarr’s life and her scientific contributions, through our public library system. When I checked it out, I was hoping it would hold my interest, as I had read good things about the novel, but I wasn’t sure if the
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