Month: March 2018

Quick Limericks Are One of Me Gifts

St. Pat’s Day is ten days past, but I’m only Scotch-Irish, so let’s blame Scots’ legendary stinginess for delaying my share :

Limerick generation is one of my gifts

I admire the rhyme and they’re swift

I dinna have to stand on me head

or spend time in me bed

To provide this one to give thee a lift.… ...

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Poor in a Grocery Store


You don’t need to recall it – I recall it everyday. My right arm and shoulder have sustained multiple injuries, so I refrain from carrying a heavy purse when I’m required to ‘walk-a-ways’ (a Midwestern vernacular term I haven’t shed, despite living in CA for near-forty years).… ...

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Clear, Concise, and Complete

Writing requires judicious revision, a truism that used to alarm the novel novelist that was me. No more. I’m more assured in my skills.

Writing can effortful, not glib, for some, though seldom for me. It requires accountability: to be purposeful and precise, with an arc that reaches beyond a mere spark, a notion, a thought.… ...

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Clothes Rapport

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