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Month: March 2018

A Hint of Peace

Sometimes,

between the wall that divides us,

 grows a single rose.

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March 30, 2018March 30, 2018

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Being Less Blind

He started with a solo

unexpected, unplanned

It was more than a quartet when others joined in.

A sad event in American history

a funeral

an amazing song by Joan Baez

incredible drawing and animation

and a wonderful memory and reminder of the compassion of

President Barack Obama.

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March 28, 2018

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Growing Into Your Skin

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I face less fears than I once did

those growing pains while still a kid

have turned into a pyramid

of learning tools and skills.

 

 – C. Dennis-Willingham ©

 

daily word prompt: Faceless

March 24, 2018

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If More of Us Would Follow in His Footsteps

Over 25 years ago, I had the great pleasure of meeting this true celebrity. He was the real deal – the same person I saw on PBS stood before me, thanked me for my service to young children, had his assistant take our picture (when he noticed my disappointment that I hadn’t brought my camera), and reminded my mother of the importance of being a grandmother.

A few weeks later, as promised, I received the photos in the mail.

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Me, Mr. Rogers and my mom at an early childhood conference in Anaheim, CA

To this man, no person was “foreign.” They were someone that he had not yet had the pleasure to meet.

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I just bought the new “forever” postage stamp.

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Also watch for upcoming films about him and his limitless love for humanity.

Thank you, Mr. Rogers. You are still an inspiration.

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March 23, 2018

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Dumbest Teacher

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The first day of school, I’m sitting in the back hoping she won’t see me. But she does.

“Cono,” she says, “Sit on up here in front, where I can keep’n eye on you-uh.”

I hate it when she says “you-uh,” like it’s two words instead of one.

Mrs. Berry doesn’t like anything I do. She doesn’t like the way I look, the way I walk, the way I smell, the way I put on my shoes. Well, I don’t like her neither. She stares at me with the corner of her crinkled up eyes, just to find something else she doesn’t like.

“Cono, you’re pressin‘ down too hard with that pencil, you’re gonna break it.” “Cono, I can barely read what you’re writing, it looks invisible.” “Cono, you-uh got something to say or don’t ya?”

She thinks that she’s higher and mightier than God Jesus himself. She walks with her nose so far up in the air that, if she were a turkey, she’d drown. Turkey’s do that. They’re so stupid that if it starts raining, they look up to see what’s dropping on them and sniff!. That’s all it takes. They’ve plumb drown in a drop of rain. You’d think they would have caught on after a while. Like they would have seen their loved ones plop down dead after looking up, that they’d be onto something. No way. They ever look up just to see the pretty stars? Nah. They only look up when it’s raining. Sniff!

The only thing dumber than a turkey is the man that owns them and he’s dumber than a box’a hammers. Just like Mrs. Berry and Principal Pall.

 

Excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper by C. Dennis-Willingham

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March 21, 2018

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Nope, Not Me

I din’nt call you!

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March 20, 2018

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You Can’t Rush the Blush

The conditions, in its favor

The moment of magic, short-lived

But when it happens, we all stop

to look

to admire

to take pictures for safe-keeping that will always be a reminder –

There might not always be a pot of gold, but if you remember to look,

there will always be something that will blush for our benefit.

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March 19, 2018

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“Eternity Don’t Sound So Good”

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It’s Sunday, revival time at the Baptist church. I don’t like it much, but the punch and cookies are good, that is if I can hold my patience until the end when all the “amen-ing” is done.

I stuff those cookies in my mouth two at a time. “Gracious me, Cono,” says Mrs. Allridge, “looks like you ain’t eaten anything for a month.”

Almost every time I get to one of those revivals, the grownups say, “Cono, don’t you want to be saved?”

“From what?” I say.

“Why the Devil hisself,” they say and then they add a bunch of amen’s to go along with it.

Unless they’re thinking about my Dad being the Devil, I just say, “No thank you.”

“But what are you waitin for? We could baptize you right now and all your sins would be forgiven and you would have eternal life.”

As far as sinning goes, I guess I’ve done my fair share of it, Amen.

“What’s eternal mean?” I ask.

“Well, it means you’ll live forever with Jesus right next to you.”

I picture Jesus standing right next to me, while I was thunk, thunk, thunkin’ on a woodpile forever and ever into eternity. And it doesn’t appeal to me one iota. Last year when we lived with Aunt Nolie, I didn’t have much chopping to do. But now, I have to chop all the time, Chop, chop to make sure Mother has enough wood for the cookstove at the Tourist Court. Chop, chop so Dad won’t lay into me.

Anyway, I’ve heard stories about how some churches take a poor person’s last dime, so they can put more gold up by the Jesus statue. Then, a penny-less old woman with only one shoe and five starving children crawls away with her head all covered up, as if she’s ashamed of being broke.

It doesn’t make no sense to me whatsoever. It seems to me that Jesus would want you to keep most of your money, so you don’t have to starve and die and can at least make it to church to pray. What gets me is watching them churchgoers and knowing that they talk all big about Jesus, but when they get home, they just keep doing their sinning anyway, like they’d forgotten every word they’d learned.

Maybe all you have to do is say you believe in Jesus and then you’ll be saved no matter how you act. But what do I know? I ain’t been saved yet.

Excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper by C. Dennis-Willingham

 

 

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March 18, 2018

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Be Open to the World

The Birth of Venus

I wait for you to come out of your shell

for you to incubate and percolate

into your perfect self

The world is not always a scary place

Concentrate

Communicate

Fear will dissipate

You can become the Goddess of Love

Just open your gate

Make this your world to punctuate

And we will celebrate your glory.

 

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March 17, 2018

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Not All Noise Hurts

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But if you prefer silence …

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March 14, 2018

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