Tag Archives: childhood

The space under the stairs…

I am not at all certain what it was that sparked the memory, but I had a very clear picture in my mind today of a magical place that has not existed for the past half a century. I could … Continue reading

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Mr. Thornber’s Distress ~ Adele #writephoto

After he washed and dried his face, Mr. Thornber walked to the window and looked out. His room afforded him one of the most pleasant views of the grounds. It was another rather agreeable afternoon. The first signs of spring … Continue reading

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Caught # D. Wallace Peach #Writephoto

She is bruised on the outside. Broken on the inside. And her feet stretch up over her head into the air as the swing reaches the height of its arc. Bare toes blot the daylight rustling through the canopy, and … Continue reading

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A Summer Storm ~ Hayley R. Hardman #writephoto

In fields full of flowers we would spend our summers; playing, talking, reading, kissing. Standing at the edge now, I could see her still, running in a flowing white summer dress, the hem brushing the steams of the flowers as … Continue reading

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Summer ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

Days when we were young Stretching out forever full of fun. Days of freedom days of sun Days before life became undone. Continue reading at willowdot21

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Roots, Wings, and Thunderstorms ~ Jennie Fitzkee

Reblogged from A Teacher’s Reflections: A beautiful sky was appearing after the storm tonight.  I love thunderstorms. Watching the clouds grow and change as a storm builds is exciting.  The light becomes very different.  Mother Nature is getting ready to … Continue reading

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Flowers…

  There were always flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading

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Have you danced today?

I came across the Nietzsche quote, remembering that I first read it years ago in his Zarathrusta, a book much in fashion in my youth. I was struck even then, armed with too few years and too little experience of … Continue reading

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A Year with Grandfather – Guest Post by Felicity Sidnell Reid at TRSA

Reblogged from The Story Reading Ape As I toiled upstairs one morning in my grandparents’ house, a rumbling angry voice broke the silence. I couldn’t make out the words, but the emotion couldn’t be misread, even by an eight-year-old. I … Continue reading

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Down the Snow Stairs

It has been a weekend of inclement weather. When the Siberian winds finally dropped, the snow fell, closing roads and making even the shortest journey hazardous. Snow always takes me back to childhood, even when it is inconvenient or the … Continue reading

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