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Author Archives: Dona

About Dona

Mother of two twenty-somethings. Recent empty-nester. Adjusting to the new normal.

No soap radio

My dad was a funny guy and had witty stories and jokes ready for any occasion. I don’t really remember too many of the stories and only remember one of his jokes. Maybe two. The joke I definitely remember made no sense to me when I was a kid. When I grew up I figured … Continue reading »

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San Francisco house dream, time travel and possible ghosts

My waking dream this morning (rather, dream after I woke and fell asleep again) was my favorite kind of dream — a house dream. Only the other day I lamented, either to someone or to myself (is it worrying that I don’t remember if I was talking to myself or someone else?) that I’d not … Continue reading »

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Moonlit Merry-go-round

When? It was probably 1980 or 1981, it could have been later, but by then we were living in Pittsburgh. Where? It was probably Woodfield Mall in Schaumburg. I don’t remember the exact circumstances, but I do remember the emotion. I don’t even remember who I was with when I first saw it — maybe … Continue reading »

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Where’s the coffee? Where’s the pie?

In 1990, back when I still read newspapers. Back before kids, I read an article about a new television series in the April 30 Washington Post. I trusted Tom Shales, the journalist who wrote the article because he’d never led me wrong when it came to entertainment. Maybe it was because he was born in … Continue reading »

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RAS 5: Come Along with Me — Shirley Jackson

Run, don’t walk to your nearest bookstore and purchase a copy of Shirley Jackson’s posthumously published short story collection Come Along With Me. If you have read anything by Shirley Jackson before, you know this has got to be good. If you have never read anything by Shirley Jackson, what are you waiting for? I, … Continue reading »

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Old Writing: Part 23::The Littlest Dancer

No clue what age. Grade school. (I hope). The Littlest Dancer Once there was a girl at the age of five. She wanted to be a ballet dancer more than anything else in the whole world but her mother and father were much too poor to let her take dancing lessons. Amy, which was her … Continue reading »

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Old Writing: Part 22::My First Hour (this morning)

Probably 6th grade again. My First Hour (this morning) I opened my eyes and recalled my dream I had the night before. Then my dad walked in my room to see if I was awake or not. I pretended I was asleep (although he always seems to know I am really awake). He told me … Continue reading »

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Old Writing: Part 21::My Blob

Probably 6th grade again. The prompt must have been something about using color. My Blob Ho! Ho! Ho! I see my sophisticated horse [is] as lazy as ever. There’s the red snail in his shell. The blue moon. The orange moon and the violet moon off in the yellow sunset. If you look closely you … Continue reading »

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Old Writing: Part 20::Two Haiku

These were probably written in 1969. I was in 6th grade. The second of these haiku poems I used for years whenever I had to write one. I always got a passing grade. In the early spring The birds sing so merrily. I hate to leave them. Flowers bloom and wilt. Snow falls down and … Continue reading »

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Old Writing Series: Part 19::The Cheshire Cat

We must have been assigned to make a picture out of words.¬†Yeah, not a poet… The Cheshire Cat I speak to my Cheshire cat, In a tone that pleases him. If he smiles ’til the clock strikes nine I feed him liver which is fine.

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