I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Dallas here.
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
ME!!!
I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Dallas here.
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
ME!!!
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, Italian poet and novelist
Dog-eared photographs,
Awards and certificates.
Remnants of my past.
Movie stubs, medals,
Report cards and recipes.
Moved across country.
Stuffed animal friends,
T-shirts, toys, and some trinkets
Preserved, so I thought.
Snatched from my clutches
By a cadre of critters.
Can’t steal my memories.
Note: This is a series of Haiku. On a personal note, the nasty shed has been hauled off (along with the pesky interlopers) and once again, Dallas is master over his yard. Now, to research what I can plant in its place next spring, keeping in mind the site gets only morning sun — any suggestions?
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, Italian poet and novelist
One common question every writer receives is, Where do you get your ideas?