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Last night at my Draft & Craft we worked with poetry.  I will not lie, I do not consider myself a poet.  The last time I wrote a poem was in high school during my, angry teen gonna write a rock album phase.  I really feel poets are the best of the best with words. … Continue reading Poetry

This next piece is from my Wednesday group.  It was an exercise that I really liked.  I am trying hard not to make it political, just personal.  It was basically done in about an hour that night.  I worked about an hour more at home to try and clean it up.  I probably could have… Continue reading Walls and Windows

This is my cheezy Free Write Friday. I am sorry, not my greatest. I spent the day making a leather wrist band with a bunch of kids and one barking dog. The kids were great....the dog....that's another story. Hope you like it.

So I recently signed up for a weekly e-mail letter which has writing prompts to get your writing juices flowing. The prompt for this week was about an injury...how did you feel...what happened...etc. This was the most recent injury that made a huge impact on my life. It was a very long three years and… Continue reading Free Write Friday

Just a bit more to the story of Art's Daughter. After the last snow storm it had me thinking....

I asked the ten-year-old boy what my prompt should be for free writing today. He passes by with snuffled hair and moans, "Winter." So here it is. My ten minute free write with little editing about winter. Please click on Free Write Friday where you will find it. You can leave a comment here. Side… Continue reading Free Write Friday

I have an obscure addiction to cleaning unexpected items throughout my home.  If there is hair in the drain of any sink or tub, I will roll up my sleeves and stop at nothing until the last strand is out.  It is not unusual to find me on my hands and knees working vigilantly picking… Continue reading Time for Tea

I am very tired. Two kids sick with a cold and now I feel like I am coming down with it...ugh. I did however feel compelled to write for my Art's Daughter page. The snowy day got me thinking.....there will be a "part two" to this little story. Please over look all my mistakes...too tired… Continue reading Art’s Daughter

The big grey car came to the school.  No one could say for certain why.  It was a Tuesday morning.  The sky was dark and the air was cold.  The three-story brick school house looked ominous set against that dreary morning of a back-drop sky. The car pulls up to the curb in a no… Continue reading And They Came for the Children

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