Monthly Archives: February 2019

two good things today

Posted on February 28, 2019 by elainereardon

First, A shout out to thank the Greenfield Recorder, who just featured a story about the writing group in our library that I facilitate I can’t promise that the link will work. https://www.recorder.com/Valley-Verses-Writers-create-together-through-Warwick-workshop-23606690?utm_source=HeadlineAlerts&utm_medium=DailyNewsletter&utm_campaign=HeadlineAlerts Also more good news: I’m a finalist … Continue reading →

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Remembering Primavera Mexico

Posted on February 24, 2019 by elainereardon

The Primavera National Forest in Mexico isn’t far from Guadalajara.  It’s been a sacred place to the people who lived there long past, and they still honor their roots.  Thankfully, the area has been preserved as a National Forest. Rio … Continue reading →

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Yippee​ for what our Mail Woman brought

Posted on February 23, 2019 by elainereardon

I received this in the mail yesterday, and  I’m pretty happy about it! Elaine

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If you expected a Valentine

Posted on February 13, 2019 by elainereardon

If You Were Expecting Valentines If you were expecting Valentines, it’s too late. I sent them flying out into the wind last night.  Some  lay on the ground this morning glistening. The roosters picked them up one by one and … Continue reading →

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Dear Winter

Posted on February 8, 2019 by elainereardon

    Dear Winter With anticipation, I imagine you are with your usual entourage this week, at a pre-party event featuring meteor showers.   Lace-winged snow clumps will spiral downward, loosened from nimbus clouds,  just as I open the curtains … Continue reading →

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“Bless me Brigid, For I have ….”

Posted on February 1, 2019 by elainereardon

Originally posted on Elaine Reardon:
Bless me Father,  for I  still have visions of fish bones. The spectacle of fishbones stuck in my throat,
 robbing me or my family of the ability to breathe,
 with the offending bone growing larger…

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