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The park and other things…
The apartment house that I grew up in the Bronx was situated next to a small local park. The park was simple, some trees and benches in the main part. There was a brook that divided that part from the … Continue reading →
Life…
This month’s writer’s prompt in my writing group I chose to use was: Write about a millionaire who suddenly loses his fortune and finds himself without any possessions. This is different from my usual writing as I delve into fiction. … Continue reading →
A Day in October
In September of 1985 Hurricane Gloria hit Long Island. There was much devastation. I was living in an apartment in Manorville. We lost power, which lasted over a week. I left my home to visit my sister in New Jersey … Continue reading →
Changes
This piece of writing was done at my writing group on 9/12/15. We had a number of objects to choose from as story starters. I chose an empty Evian water bottle. ———————- What is it about water nowadays that has … Continue reading →
Journey
Today’s writer’s group story spark was “Life is a journey”. One of the ideas was to write an acrostic poem entitled “JOURNEY” That’s what I chose to do. Following the writing of the acrostic poem, I went further and defined … Continue reading →
Lover’s Dance
A dance of time between two lovers On the dance floor is the woman of my dreams. She twirls and sashays from partner to partner. Only the stage of music separates the players from the dancers. Do I take the … Continue reading →
Here I sit
This piece was written at my writing group today: As I went through my teaching career I took a lot of courses that were required in order to get my Masters degree. Having received my degree there was no requirement … Continue reading →
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the guitar
When I was 13 years old I got a guitar as a birthday present. I was always somewhat musically inclined. I had taught myself how to play the harmonica when I was 7 years old. My parents had me take … Continue reading →
Finding my brother – Part 5
Part 5 In the early 1970’s when I was teaching 6th grade, I was invited to one of my student’s house for dinner with her family. This was a very close knit family. They had a big house, with a … Continue reading →
snow thoughts
Snow Thoughts at all I enjoy the solitude of snow. To look out on a snow covered ground. Peaceful, Silent, Reflective Quietly shoveling the mounds of white Thoughts gathered in my mind A time to reflect on things past or … Continue reading →
