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Thoughts, ramblings, photos, etc. from the slightly ditzy, usually forgetful, and generally clumsy Sylvie Galloway. Friday, December 3, 2010. Poem 2 for my Creative Writing class this semester. I had fun with this one, although I found it even more difficult. Now I just have to pick one of the two to use for my final portfolio. He spends many of endless moments,. Trying to find something she needs. It keeps her from getting to places-. Posted by S, Galloway.
What would I do without my family? Posted by Michael Burt. What This Blog is About. I want to share these experiences with anyone who cares to read about them. By putting these thoughts into words, it also allows me to comtemplate my life in general. I have been blessed many times over as you will see in future postings. Is gonna have a hard time catching up with me! My heart is .
I reblog this in honor and memory of my grandfather, my stepfather and all those fathers who share who they are with others. Fathers and those who Mentor. My mother and father were divorced in the mid-sixties. Long before single parent households were normative.
A blog about campus ministry and life. Why Through the Wilderness? Seeing and Not Seeing. Over the weekend I was remembering a number of the students we have known in the past decade and a half. One of them sprang into my mind and made me reflect a bit. I asked him if he could tell me the color of the binder. That way I could remove all extraneous colors and might come closer to finding something that was easily overlooked. I am blind! Everything is brown to me! .
A few days ago I was reliving my past for a brief moment. I realize I panic a lot.
Tuesday, April 03, 2018. Poem for Tuesday, NCAA, Captain America, Lambs. It was a picture I had after the war. To know the word English. But I knew the picture. The ruined city still seemed noble. The cathedral with its roof blown off. The church was the same. Birds flew in and out. All our desire for love or children. Is treated like rags by the enemy. I knew so much and sang anyway.
Several periodicals have gone by the name The Little Review.
Making No Compromises With the Public Taste. Poem for Tuesday, NCAA, Captain America, Lambs. Instead we watched Civil War. Am I a Stone and Not a Sheep.