Monthly Archive: June 2017

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My Poetry

By the time I left grade school. I was interested in poetry. I wrote lots of sing-song verses, then turned to more abstract writing as I entered junior high and high school. As an adult, I was fortunate to have taken a poetry class from Joan Swift, a Washington state poet who inspired me to keep writing. Now I have about 150 poems at various stages of completeness. Here’s one short selection. Enjoy!   Summer Kaleidoscopes Sun catchers and wind chimes, Polarized light on Hood Canal, Swaying bird feeders, Pebbles in water, Purple clouds at dusk, Horse mane waves breaking...

Interview with Christine de Vogt from Dusseldorf, Germany 0

Interview with Christine de Vogt from Dusseldorf, Germany

Friendship is an amazing gift. My friend Karen met Christine on a cruise to Alaska. Amid their conversations about their lives, Karen mentioned my writing and once she returned home, she sent her my ballet stories. Christine enjoyed them and asked if I would be interested in having a tiny tutu costume and a pair of worn pointe shoes to use with my book talks. Of course I said yes. And here we are, interviewing this multi-talented woman and my new friend from Europe, Christine de Vogt. Tell us a bit about yourself and your life on Düsseldorf, Germany. … ...

Thanks! 0

Thanks!

Last Thursday I enjoy the opportunity to speak with some of you about the ballet trilogy and Letters to Follow- Dancer’s Adventure in particular. It was a lovely PNW sunny day (rare for early June) and the University Bookstore at Mill Creek provided a comfy corner. I wanted to thank all who made the trek and those who wished me a good event. I enjoyed myself and I hope my guests did as well. It became ‘old home week’ since I had time to talk with people I hadn’t seen for ages. I loved having our connections reconnected. I encourage...

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Writing Quotes to Inspire

We used to be close, like a paper chain family inextricably linked….Now we’re scattered across the globe. Nothing to link us together.                                                 The House We Grew Up In  by Lisa Jewell A thousand tiny strokes of fortune touch us on our way, to move or change us.                                                 Fortunes Hand by Belva Plain Love wasn’t a great burning brushfire that swept across your soul and charred you…it was everyday moments laid out like bricks, one atop the other.                                                 Angel Falls by Kristin Hannah Time marches on, turning out hopes and dreams into memories.                                                 Twelve Little Cakes by...