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Vignette: Paula in Minnesota

By Margo, on September 26th, 2011%

In my previous posting God’s Creation-Minnesota, I mentioned that through the trees on Greg and Sherry’s property you could barely make out two other houses – their neighbors.  Connie and Joe live in the closest house, while Deb and Crystal live in the other house along with Deb’s Mom, Mary, and Deb’s younger sister Paula.  Deb and Crystal live in the main part of the house while Mary and Paula share a delightful apartment on the lower level which, because the whole structure is built on a slope, is also on a ground level of its own.

We got to . . . → Read More: Vignette: Paula in Minnesota

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Vignette: Another Concert Story

By Margo, on June 29th, 2011%

On May 30th I wrote a posting titled Vignette-  The Young Fan.  There was another story to write about another young fan which I almost included in that previous posting.  But then I realized that it needed its own space.

So as well as the young boy who sat beside my husband, there was a young girl in the seat in front of him.  I don’t know whether Rich noticed her or not and I haven’t spoken to him about her since.  She was a little older than the boy in our row, perhaps in her mid to late teens . . . → Read More: Vignette: Another Concert Story

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Poetry: Journey To Reality

By Margo, on August 8th, 2009%

 

As I slowly emerged from my “dark ages”,  poetry was a medium that I used to express much of what was happening in my life.  The free-flowing poem below represents a kind of summary of my downward spiral, followed by my first attempt to “come back to life”.  It reminds me of how I desperately gasped for air during my near drowning experience at age nine.

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In search of life and love I boldly ventured forth,

Or so I thought; I wanted all and wanting took in greed,

Each sensation grasping with both hands

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