TTOT 20.07.03.

TTOT 2020.07.03.

  1. A cool July morning for walking.
  2. Artist in Elements-the new gallery in the Lizard Creek area of Warren County that carries books of local authors, including mine. It’s a beautiful gallery & a grand opening today!
  3. Numerous birds at my feeder now offering hours of 7 am to 9 am when the fat squirrel doesn’t come looking to ravage the feeder. I remove it when I’m not there to watch over.
  4. The gardenia bush I found tucked into an outside corner of the house that reminded me of

my first corsage at 12 years old given to me by my older brother Albert at Easter.

garden gardenias
  • Flowers bursting from every pot on my front porch and sunporch bringing instant joy when I water them first thing in the morning.
  • The mammoth stones of Avebury, England, older than Stonehenge and whatever they instilled in me when I melded with them on my first visit.
  • People who connect with me through TTOT and Six Sentence Stories. I love the conversations that come from them.
  • The 8 feet tall butterfly bush that lines my sunporch sweetening the air and calling bees, butterflies and dragonflies.
  • The book Sacred Signs by Adrian Calabrese that reaffirms my belief in the afterlife.
  • To help others as I have been helped along the way.

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SSS ~ Line

I drove up to the bank where 3 lanes sported OPEN signs and of course I chose the lane to the far right where there are no cars over the closest lane that dealt with the teller direct which had 4 cars waiting and over the middle lane that had 2 cars waiting.

Clear logic told me to drive to the empty lane so I didn’t have to waste time, gasoline and patience waiting in line.

I placed my bank business in the tube, heard it go whoosh and then wondered how it could be possible that I sat there and watched each car in the other lanes as they finished their business and drove off before my receipt thunked back down to me as I waited where there was no line.

My next stop was the grocery store where I zoomed around to pick up the 3 things I needed, zipped into the lane where only 1 person was being checked out.

I glanced over to the registers to see if I had chosen the right line if you could call 1 person a line and saw at least 3 people in each line with carts piled high with everything in them.

I nearly let out a jungle roar in frustration as I watched those other shoppers get checked, paid their bills, got bagged up, and wheeled their carts to the door while the lady in front of me continued to argue with the checker about her credit card was good and there was really no reason why it shouldn’t have worked!

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TTOT 2020.06.26.

  1. Lexulous (online scrabble) that frustrates me sometimes to the point of screaming but keeps me in touch with my Broad Stroke sister, Laura who saved my life in North Carolina.
  2. Dear, dear close friends I keep in my heart. You know who you are. I hurt when you do. I’m full of joy when you are.
  3. POD where my errors in publishing a book can be corrected ASAP.
  4. KDP where I can order one book or a hundred at the same cost.
  5. SSS six sentence story prompt from GirlieOnTheEdge, sent weekly for such fun to do.
  6. My biological family who don’t understand me but should know that I love them anyway.
  7. My interesting ancestors who gave me a base to start from. I desperately need to write your stories.
  8. My precious years lived in Bordentown, New Jersey. They were so happy and full. I will always consider it my town.
  9. Costco that keeps Amazon from being the only choice. People need choice to keep everyone from getting too greedy.
  10. My thesaurus that picks up when Bacopa doesn’t.
Bordentown
Bordentown Postcards
Major Fraser’s

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SSS- THUMB

Before all this quarantine began, a group of writers gathered together at a coffee house for a rare morning gabfest about books, magazines, journals, and writing in particular and in general.

One of the questions always asked when wordsmiths get together is the usual but always interesting query of “what is your earliest memory of  when you became aware of reading being something special to you?”

Ahhh, an easy one for me, i spoke up quickly without even having to think about it since it hangs close to my heart where i can touch it if need be.

“In first grade of grammar school i recall once a week a reading lady came into our classroom and while standing in front of us, she would thumb through a large size magazine to find a story in it that she read to us.

While we had library books and 10 cent comic books that were traded back, forth and back again, there was no room in Mom’s budget to have magazines mailed to our home.”

What is it about memories of reading and writing that create such exciting energy to fill any room where scribblers congregate?

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Joe, Step-dad arlene s bice

A word for the step-dads

on Father’s Day

men who stepped into shoes

emptied leaving a big gap

hard to fill

Joe was one of those

stepping into my father’s boots

when Dad became terminally ill

removing fear of failure from

Mom’s list of worries

filling our refrigerator

trips to the farmers’ market

a case of beer a week for Mom

replacing the octopus of a coal

heating system so he could

remodel the basement for us

the list is a long one

he released my oldest brother of

financial obligations, allowing

him to fly away to his dream plans

placed presents under the tree

candy in the Easter basket

baseball bat and bike for Bobby

tap shoes & a catcher’s mitt for me

when a near-spilt came

we rooted for Joe

he got new respect from Mom

Bobby got college

i got a movie-star wedding

Joe got a family and all it entailed

including the love and deep respect

he deserved. 

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Ten Things of Thankful

McCallum – Moore Gardens
  1. A quiet place of peace nearby to feed my writing.
  2. Time to read for knowledge and pleasure everyday.
  3. Classical music to soothe and nurture my mind
  4. A computer that brings the world to me.
  5. Writers who seek the truth no matter what.
  6. Dark chocolate of quality.
  7. Reconnecting with long-ago friends, if only by phone.
  8. My wonderful teenage years.
  9. Love that floats through the air to bind us.
  10. Spirits in the afterlife that stay in touch. ~asb

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SSS-Iron

In days long-passed life was different than we know today; when men were commissioned to form swords, shields and body armor to use in the defense of one’s family, friends and property through the use of steel. Ahhh, such longing of the romanticism of yesteryear when knights were bold and women were feminine tickles my fancy as I read. Those stories of daring challenges were written down for us to enjoy today without the painful loss of hot and cold running water, luxurious bathrooms, kitchens where anyone can create gourmet meals, not to mention central heating.

Secret Door oil on canvas-Arlene S. Bice

Most of all in reading is the uncovering of enigmas tucked away in the backs of cupboards, in hidden drawers built in massive oak desks and cemented up in the walls of convents where they lay for centuries waiting for my favorite authors to find and reveal for all to see. To hide these objects of sequestered history one had to enter through the uncovered doorway where once you needed the code word to enter. The door was found down the garden pathway, tucked in behind the dense growth of bushes, spotting the cast iron fancywork hammered onto thick slabs of mahogany where you absolutely knew was the mysterious doorway to all those secrets.

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Father, in Time(c)

Dad, me & Bobby

arlene s bice

Bringing back memories

before my time began

my father’s music, written

for him by the

Gershwins

Cahn

Kern

Porter

Ellington

sung & arranged

for me by Rod Stewart

thoughts come forth

if Father’s dreams

were the same as my dreams

was his creativity passed down to me

his words come from my hands

perception, arrangement

come to me from him

love of the written word

of art, nature, even cooking

from my father

love of education

tho late, was his dream

and mine, too

it took many years, changing

record labels for

Rod Stewart

to succeed in recording

his father’s music

in time

The Great American Songbook yet

his dreams were not his father’s.

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SSS~ Therapy

I walked into the nursery, plant and flower nursery that is, enjoying each inhaled, distinctive scent that floated under my nose.

Ah-h-h my blood pressure was dropping down to a normal level even after the unhappy morning at work where the boss was way out of line with his demands, red-faced shouts at everyone about everything that was wrong in the office.

We all knew it was really wrong in his home but none of us were about to speak up or even look him in the eye because good advice about divorces might slip out.

The man wasn’t living a decent life and wouldn’t be living a life at all if he didn’t seek some therapy to get him over the bumps in a disastrous marriage.

I cringed inside for the man and his suffering ignoring how he was making us suffer because of his choice of bride.

Then again, my therapy is in place with the cat that waits for me to come home to be the perfect companion to me.

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What it is to be a Woman

Featured author:

The House of She    – Ellie Newbauer                                           

It’s a curiosity,                                                                             

Where all these Shes come from                                                  

Who rent space inside the house of me

Where do they stay through the day

As they peek from behind the curtain of my mind

Waiting to show their idiosyncrasies

I am a house full of acquaintances 

Each one hiding behind their title,

Wife, Mother, Friend, Teacher, Artist, Monk,

So many more

All faces nodding to one another in passing

Occasionally a purposeful-She

Will stride forward demanding that

This minute serve her alone as others

Hide behind their imaginary walls

read the rest of the poem in:

What it is to be a Woman

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