The quote by Jules Renard makes me pause. The quiet reflective side of me connects to this quote and thinks of me as the young, almost painfully shy little girl finding her place in a large and loud extended Italian-American family.
Two weeks ago, before reading the theme for the weekly Writer’s Quote Wednesday (WQW) Challenge, I selected a Faulkner quote that ironically aligned with the theme. Typically, I don’t wait for the weekly theme to be announced to participate in WQW. Instead, I post what speaks to me and ignore the theme. This would be the second time Ronovan has chosen a theme my preselected quote aligns with perfectly.
Today would have been my Dad’s 85th birthday. It is hard to believe that today is the 18th year, we have marked his birthday without him.
Today would have been my father’s 84th birthday had he not passed away suddenly at the age of 66 from an aneurysm in his stomach. To say my relationship with my father was and is complicated would be an understatement. But then again, aren’t all relationships complicated? I think our relationship was more complicated than most because I was his favorite daughter and sometimes we disappointed each other.
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Saturday Shares is a feature on from the sticks to the bricks and back again that promotes deliberate re-blogging. What is deliberate re-blogging? A concerted effort to re-blog the posts of other bloggers deliberately and not randomly. I have found that I am less likely to re-blog because I might be reading someone’s post at a time that is inconvenient for me to post or comment. By saving links throughout the week, I can schedule my re-blogs instead of randomly re-blogging five posts all at once – a practice I find annoying.
Originally posted on Kindness Blog.
I Raised My Voice Against Hatred. It Was Easier Than I Thought It Would Be and It Felt Good. – By Carmelene Melanie Siani
“They have the best Greek feta cheese you can get anywhere,” my husband said, pointing to the Middle Eastern grocery store around the corner from our house where he and his late wife used to shop all the time.
“It comes from France.”
Hm. Greek feta cheese from France. How enticing, “I’ll check it out,” I told him.
Thus began, three years ago, my almost daily trips to that wonderful little corner of the world, the Middle Eastern market.
One of the lessons
that I learned in my journalism classes in college was that good writers eliminate unnecessary words. Continue reading
If you and I were having coffee right now … I would apologize for letting the entire winter go by without catching up over coffee. I guess I’ve been in a bit of a funk. I still haven’t decided what kind of posting schedule works for weekend coffee share posts – weekly, monthly, quarterly, when the spirit moves me. Truth be told, I am still struggling with creating an editorial calendar for 2016. Continue reading
Interesting theme this week and rather timely for me, Ronovan. This past Saturday, I had wanted to attend this new neighborhood association meeting but had several other commitments that had to take precedence. Initially when I realized I couldn’t attend the meeting I thought it wasn’t a big deal as the discussion was totally focused on this artistic group wanting to bring pop up art into inner city neighborhoods. I am not an artist, I told myself and don’t have any input for this discussion.