Category: snow
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New-Fallen Snow
This is not the first April morning I have awoken to see snow on the ground, and I don’t expect it to be the last. As tempting as the idea of ‘move where it never snows’ is, the reality is that I’m a Northern girl with ice crystals in my blood, and the tradeoff of…
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Watercolored Snow
I’m still much more comfortable painting on skin, but I’m pleased with how this one came out. For one thing, I had an image in my head, and I got really darn close to reproducing it on paper. Which is strangely fulfilling. For another, this is an upwelling of missing my walks in the woods,…
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Beautiful America: Almost November
I say in jest that I moved south for the warmer climate. People look at me funny and wonder aloud if I meant to go to Florida. No, thank you, been there, and I remember fire ants and scorpions from my toddler days when Dad was stationed at Homestead. No, I really do mean that…
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Productivity
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in angel, angel wings, childhood, family, fantasy, inspirational, motherhood, snow, snow angel, snowflake, wings, writingMy schedule doesn’t give me a lot of play time. Fortunately, some of the things I do and call ‘work’ I also regard as play. This allows me to go off and “play” while still feeling productive. Which isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally goof off and waste time, too. Yesterday was one of…
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Snow Angel Snippet 2
Lying on her back in the snow was a young woman. Already, she was dusted over with snow, which is why Sarah had missed her clothes. Dressed in a long duster jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots, she was motionless. Her face was pale… Sarah leaned closer over her, pushing Josh toward the house. “Go home…”…
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Winter Story
A snippet of my work in progress, which I think will be a Christmas gift to my children. ######################### Snow Angel Sarah was standing at the sink with her hands in hot soapy dishwater when her son came in the sliding glass door in a small swirl of frosty air and rapidly melting snow. She…