In a previous poem I wrote about a gift I received for Christmas, which my mother had concealed in an Oxydol Soap box…a book which our teacher had read out loud to the class. That book, is called Snow Treasure, by author Marie McSwigan, was first published in 1942. At age eight or nine I was very impressed with this book about Norwegian children who smuggled … Continue reading Books of Childhood
Perhaps the most vivid memories of nursery tales were not of bunnies or bantering fairies…but of War and its aftermath. We here in the United States did not suffer the horrors that children in other countries did, the bombings and air raids and worse. But such accounts were very much vicariously present. And directly following the Hot War followed the Cold War, with its insidious psychological terror. I … Continue reading childhood memories of war
When one of my daughters was about ten, her school bus came later than those of the other kids, so she and I had half an hour or so one-on-one time. I loved to make up stories, and some of my best (maybe) ideas came at that time. This means fiction…since I was a working newspaper reporter and writer at the time I was writing … Continue reading From Doorstep fiction writing— to unfinished dissertation (Re-posted)
I Am Me No one Else and…never more. No matter how I try I’m still the same Plain Old Me Myself I © Sometimes, 2016 Continue reading I am me… A-Z challenge
My blog’s best day ever was November 6, 2015…. 99 VIEWS. Guess what the topic was! World peace? No. War? Nope. Donald Trump? nah…. it was COOKIES. The title was “Tea and Gingersnaps Anyone?” I had so many followers over that day that I ran out of cups. Really. Here is a sort of half-baked analysis of the Statistical Information provided by WordPress to give … Continue reading Stats Analysis (No Yawning)
Reading about differences and similarities between folks here in the US and in the UK, inspiration has been beckoning me to write about the subject in my own blog. Actually many Americans began as British, back in the days of pre-American Revolution. It was in fact a British colonial government, which was over-thrown more or less by rebellious subjects who wished to control their own … Continue reading My (Mostly) English Heritage… Part One
I have always been a writer. At age twelve, more or less, I wrote a novel. Although I don’t recall any details of the plot, or characterization, I do remember a name…Joyce Reena Phane. That was to be my pen name, I believe. To me that name was beautiful, and the very essence of sophistication. I was quite proud of my novel, such … Continue reading On Writing Poetry… with a nod to Miss Edwards (re-posted from 2015.)
Once, decades ago, the Chief Photographer at the newspaper where I worked asked me a question that has remained in my thought-processor to emerge every once in awhile: “Do you want to be a Photographer? Or just a Pitcha-taker.?” At the time I had only recently began providing photos to accompany my news stories. I had a Yashika-Mat camera, which I had bought for the … Continue reading Photographer or Pitcha-taker?
Some have a sailing ship named for them, with duly lauded verse Others have a baby relative named in their honor, for better or worse For me they named a hurricane Patricia…and I’m simply blown away (with apologies to Mexico…) Continue reading Namesake
Today I managed to spend the entire day blogging, with exceptions for hauling the son around and feeding the cats. By “blogging” I mean visiting lots of other bloggers online, trying to get my photos to cooperate, and writing in my blog. All my writing life I have felt guilty and self-indulgent when I spent time writing for pleasure. Sure, I got paid for it … Continue reading Some True Facts and Confessions About Blogging
uh…what a loaded question is that! In the past half hour, tops, I began to wonder anew…how stupid could Stupid Be? I turned on CNN fully expecting to getting some clues to that question, and was not disappointed. (No dig at CNN…the completion is much worse.) One– American fighter pilots have been told to ignore “agressive” Russian pilots over in Syria. Actuallly, I thought … Continue reading How Stupid Can We Be? commentary on common sense
Writing 201: Poetry, Day Six — Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus (what the heck is Chiasmus?) Booksellers Lament Books in order means order in books to find them is the key with thousands of books the ONE that is wanted is the one nowhere to be found. Well, it MUST be somewhere unless it was sold! If order is everything and if everything is in … Continue reading There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!
[Writing201, Poetry. Today’s assignment involves the word GIFT, and Crostic, and Alliteration.] (Originally published on Sometimes in 2015 under title A Perfect Past Present for Poetry Class) A Perfect Past Present Better a book, than a boat or a bear Or my childhood dream would be dashed Only such a gift would Keep me a happy child. I would never have wanted clothing Neither … Continue reading The perfect gift for a child (renamed)
Yep…just got the notice in my message box–the one with the little bell that shows up when I hear from a follower. This is very encouraging. This is a photo of ME…trying to hide behind my camera. One of my experimental shots…me taking a picture reflected in the glass door. <eye roll> Continue reading A Thousand “LIKES”…Wow! (Thanks and a photo of ME)
So far I’ve published 105 posts, covering all kinds of subjects from poison ivy to politics. Hmmm…do I see a pattern here? Just kidding. Poison Ivy is real and annoying, and Politics–surreal and ridiculous sometimes. I’ve written about myself…mostly adventures and quirks. Other posts featured butterflies, Cuba, TV shows, Will Smith, the Aztec Calendar, and the Word Police. Even after studying the list of posts, … Continue reading What Do Readers Really Want?