I’m an inadvertent slave of William Shakespeare – with whom I have much in common, some people say. Apparently, he re-invented the English Language, invigorating it with words he invented… And, my favorite editor/shred-it-or describes my style as brisk word blending (I think she made that term up) 😆
It’s no matter, I like the term.… ...
Tagged with: 5 things in my writing space
, iambic pentameter
My belief system should be clear to you, Constant Reader. I’ve often used the Einstein quote in my four years of blog-iverse blather. There is a God and He offers miracles daily. I believe. It’s a choice.
I also had grand Parents, who tried their best to get along and raise four kids…though they didn’t raise the siblings to get along with me.… ...
There were few things that Larry and I retrieved when the sibling group cleaned-and-cleared out our parents home after my dad’s death. After all, I had wanted parents, not remnants of life and love lost.
My husband wanted my mom’s ironing board, a wistful ode to her thorough caring.… ...
The trouble with pain is its persistence, unlike memory or friends. It nags you like your mom before your first day of school – or your dad after your last.
Take an aspirin…
Aspirin absolves pain – without clear explanation.
Perhaps I should have aspirin talk to my mom and dad.… ...
“I am a star!”
This statement of self-respect has knocked a few people off their axis. Relatively speaking, I’m thought to be prideful and/or addled by some – I see it in their squinty stink eyes. I do not fit into the more regular shapes of round, square, or triangular, so it’s even more difficult to jam my peg into place.… ...