New Year’s Eve
With Champagne toasts
rowdy revelers
prepare for another
bright new year.
Loved ones, dear friends,
from years gone by
appear to me
at midnight.
Nostalgia
grips me in its glove.
Auld Lang Syne
evokes my tears.
This party is a wake
for the passing of time.
Celebrating is not in me.
--------Glenda Beall, 2011
So not only did you teach me about writing memoir, you also taught me about reading and thinking about how others write memoir. Thank you so much! Rebecca
Accepting what is to come
You can’t change the direction of the wind, but you can adjust your sails.
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
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