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A Eulogy
“A Eulogy” 12-26-05 Written about my grandmother, my father’s mother, who died in March of 2004. She was my favorite person in the world and the reason my daughter’s middle name is Pearl, named for my Meema. When I started college, Meema would write letters to me several times a week. I have saved every single one of them. What can I say about her? Simple doesn’t say it— Beautiful is too generic. All I can say is that I loved her, And can’t believe she’s gone. I still think of her gentle old face, Hollowed in its frailty, smiling while writing letters to me. She told stories of the past with…
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The evolution of my novels, leading to Caroline’s Lighthouse publication
Humble beginnings: I have mentioned before that I started writing novels when I was 13. I hand-wrote them in pencil on notebook paper. (I have scanned them and saved them digitally now in addition to keeping the originals.) Between the ages of 13-15 (or 18 if you count the typing of the last novel) I wrote 7 book-length stories: Night and Day, When Does Life Begin?, Four Hearts, Jordan’s Sister, Just Taylor, One Shot, and Caroline’s Lighthouse. I also had an idea for a story about a young girl named Kincaid staying at her grandparents’ motel for the summer and the lessons she learns, but I never wrote anything more…
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Distant Seas
“Distant Seas” Sonnet-Metrical Poetry Workshop 2002 It is a song that stirs her memories Of times she misses, hates doing without. She gave up all her dreams of distant seas When she knew that his life was full of doubt. She was a fool to love a man who flees From love. Too scared to commit, he got out. She’s now without him, but better some say. The mom’s babies will grow up with no dad. She tells them of her dreams—a better day. The kids know that things are not all that bad. Big sister watches brothers while they play. Their meal is beans again, they all feel sad.…
