Posted in 2014

June 01 2014 PROMISING

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It was a day for rainbows.

The clouds piled high, patrolled the sky,

Promising.

It was a day for rainbows.

The rain had passed, freshening the grass,

Promising.

And  the rainbow came, in grand array,

a glimpse of hope for a better day,

Promising.

Scars April 04 2014

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One cannot travel through life devoid of scars.

Each nightly ritual reminds of stories past as you

Sluice away at the open wounds of the day.

I trace a silver line on the curve of my foot,

Conjuring up memories of hurried feet along train tracks,

The shortcut to home. Furtively listening for the train whistle

That would squeal on us, my brother and I hastened home.

In my haste, I stumbled on a broken beer bottle, flung negligently.

The gash was deep, he tore his shirt in strips and bound me safe.

I hobbled home. We laughed. My brother gave me the shirt off his back.

I retrace the silver line fondly.

 

Posted in 2014

Blueberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake

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Blueberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake ~ Annie's Cooking Lab

I spent last weekend enjoying some time on the west coast with my family. Whenever we get together there is sure to be an abundance of delicious food, and last weekend was no exception. There are a number of talented cooks in the family so a few weeks before our family gatherings we usually divvy up meals and cooking responsibilities and I’m always eager to help, especially when it comes to desserts and treats.

With egg stratas, mimosas, and fresh fruit already on the breakfast menu, I volunteered to take charge of the sweet component and made this Blueberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake. The recipe can be mixed up quickly with just a spoon and whisk which was definitely a bonus for me since I was able to start working on it while part of the family was still sleeping. The sour cream keeps the cake moist and tender and…

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Posted in 2014

Sometimes Life is Nothing But Hard March 15, 2014

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Sometimes it seems life is nothing but hard.

We battle our way,

Not always bravely~ through the days,

No end to issues that fray our mind.

Crippled, diminished, overwhelmingly maligned.

 

Like knitting unraveling where we’ve dropped a stitch,

So easy to toss, refusing to admit~ defeat.

Sagely we just keep following the pattern,

hoping it will look like the gift to others we envisioned

when we picked it.

 

Posted in 2014

28 To Create~Daydream

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The day waned. In that golden hour,

I stared it down as it flickered from sight.

The last frame of the photographer’s film.

I stirred the waters,

Waiting for the development of the memories.

Proof that we had not been a daydream.