I may have mentioned before somewhere in this mess of thoughts that I call my blog, that when I was growing up, I often told my Mom I never wanted to get married or have children. My Mom has said to me now, why did you always say you didn’t want to get married?? Growing up ...
There was not an inch of room for Lottie and Kezia in the buggy. When Pat swung them on top of the luggage they wobbled; the grandmother’s lap was full and Linda Burnell could not possibly have held a lump of a child on hers for any distance. Isabel, very superior, was perched be...
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go,--- My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any ...
Stic.man: So, I was sitting. In the studio on my ASR-10, and I was being sarcastic, and I thought back in Florida like the rattling “15s in the Trunk,” (inaudible), you can’t - that’s all you hear, right? Lee: Barely hear it. You barely hear it, yeah. ...
And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. 8 I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them. 9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son ...
When my sister, Faye, and I walk to school, we cover our mouths so we don’t breathe in the dirt. Mama says all the dust is due to the drought(干旱). Last Sunday, there was no dirt in the air, only bright spring sunshine and a clear blue sky. After church, Papa went to the...
But three months later, when he had given up expecting to hear from her, he received a telegram of forty words of utter nonsense, in which she addressed him in little familiar terms, and asked “if they were still fond of each other.” Then, after nearly a year’s silence, there ...
Mr. Shimerda went with him. We sat and watched the long bowed back under the blue sheet, scarcely daring to breathe. On the way home, when we were lying in the straw, under the jolting and rattling Antonia told me as much of the story as she could. What she did not tell me then...
“Foster?” Wyatt was moving his way, frowning, “Did you hear what I said? Can you go in there and see what the snake looks like?” A shiver ran down his spine, and he felt the blood drain out of his face as his mouth opened and closed several times when he tried to respond....