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margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Mar.03.2011
"I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea, Nor, England, did I know till then, What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream Nor will I quit thy shore, A second time, for still I seem, To love thee more and more. - William Wordsworth - When I was a young girl I...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Feb.09.2010
We are all talk about the garden these past days. With a few dry days we get overly excited and fool ourselves into thinking that there will be no more rain and March winds won't come this year and April storms seem suddenly outrageously impossible.  New soil is on our lips and potatoes and how we...
mark-levy's picture
Oct.04.2009
I think finding a lost love has become somewhat of a phenomenon. Have you ever wondered what EVER happened to your boyfriend or girlfriend from high school or college? Or even in your jobs and life in your 20’s or 30’s, or 40’s? With the plethora of internet social networking sites, mainly Facebook...
marilyn-kallet's picture
Aug.29.2009
It was dark out, maybe eight p.m., when my I heard my husband's key in the door.  "Where's Heather?" I asked. "What do you mean 'where's Heather?'  You were supposed to pick her up from day care!" "No, you said you were going to pick her up!" "Miss Becky closes...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jul.12.2009
Blog entry verges on being postponed today. Reason; too much vino and conversation from night before. Body battles with over stimulation and like the Montbretia in the tin jug in the window, droops in its alien habitat. I struggle on. I find a toy soldier out in the bog, buried deep down in the ...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Jun.20.2009
Today the bog is a palette of fresh paint. I haven't been out here in what seems like eons. Not since early Spring at least, when everything was between dying and coming alive again. Today, the white bog cotton stops me in my tracks and I wonder at how it dances in the breeze like foam blown from a...
a-real-gnome's picture
Oct.31.2008
I've decided to start a blog to document a bit of my mischief here at Red Room, so that perhaps someone might appreciate it. For some reason someone assigned me the job of staff photographer for Halloween, even though the camera's twice my size.  Whose idea was that? Without much further ado, (...