Tag Archives: childhood

Siblings

There were four of us kids growing up.  I’m the only girl.  I love my brothers.  I really do.  I even loved them, admired and respected them when we were children.  But this (the picture above) is usually what most … Continue reading

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#writephoto-Magic-Snow Day

** This is for a prompt on Sue Vincent’s blog.  If you would like to get in on her weekly prompt, you can find out all about the fun here.  Sue gave us the beautiful photo above and the word … Continue reading

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Return to roots

Originally posted on Alpha Wolf Survival:
This morning the skies were overcast and the wind pushed the tree tops around outside my window. The temperature was a cozy 75 degrees and the gloom of the impending rain forced the children…

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A Trip to the Library

I’m sitting on the floor, deeply engrossed in a book on Witchcraft.  The city library will be closing in 20 minutes.  I need to hurry. This book has me mesmerized.  Spells and incantations.  I must have it.  I add it … Continue reading

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Mutt Love

I had a childhood friend named Nancy.  Nancy had this big dog named Critter.  Critter was a mutt.   Critter was big with mostly brown and white fur.  He had a big long skinny tail that curled up over his … Continue reading

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Ordinary Miracles

I mention a poem by Erica Jong in a post that I did previously called The Ruined Book.  You can see that here if you’d like:  https://pennylanethoughts.wordpress.com/2017/03/29/the-ruined-book/ I was asked why I did not include that poem in my post. … Continue reading

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Cherry Street and Mr. Miller

The best thing about living on Cherry Street was Mr. Miller.   Mr. Miller owned 8 or maybe it was only 6 run down little houses.  The upper row faced Cherry Street and the bottom row faced Beverly Drive.  I can … Continue reading

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