Anita Bondi, Stan Stewart, Marci Molina and Susan Bradford
Posted by Anita Bondi on April 21, 2011 under Anita Bondi | 
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Today I received an order for 2 more of these pendants.
Carmel (yes, just like the candy!) says that her grand-daughter loves the one I just sent to her and now she wants 2 more for her other grand-daughters.
What makes them unique? In this case each one will have her own birthstone.
I love special orders!!!!
Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on April 20, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment
There, high above the reach of any human hand,
Is a fingerprint smudge; visible to us now that
The light is sidelong to the window and flickeringly
Just so.
Let’s not ask the obvious question in case it would
Embarrass either of us: questioner or lack-of-answerer.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on April 19, 2011 under Stan Stewart | 2 Comments to Read
Fragile:
She set her heart-shaped teacup
On the table. There was no way
She could have known that the
Bump would come seconds later
That would send it crashing and
Smashing to the floor.
Vivacious:
Heath was on the move.
He loved his mommy, but mostly
Just wanted to get from place to
Place, loving the way his body felt
In motion. He did not mean to
Bump the table.
Magnanimous:
When Heath looked up from the
Jagged pile on the floor, she smiled,
Rolled her wheelchair back from the table
And said: “Everything’s OK. You get
The broom and dustpan while I make
Another cup of tea. Sound good?”
Redemptive:
He smiled and nodded.
Moving again.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on April 17, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment
There was a moment today where I imagined that
I had tragedy in my life.
Two days ago, I thought about my friend.
I did not call him, though I considered it and later
Wished I had called him.
So, today, I took the time and called him.
My friend’s aunt killed herself
With a shot gun. Or at least that’s what it looks like.
Even on my worst days, that sounds really
Dreadful. I really cannot imagine dealing with that
If it happened in my family.
By contrast, the things I was counting as tragedy
In my own life … well, I look at them again and
Wonder why I was so distraught about them.
Bless you, my friend.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Marci Molina on April 16, 2011 under Marci Molina | Read the First Comment
Yesterday included the perfect combination of a few of my favorite things: ropes, dirt, paints, lenses, sneakers, weights, and fonts. All in one day and in that order. There is no doubt in my mind that I am fortunate.
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