I AM
I am… I am from coke floats And football games I am from homemade ice cream And wedding punch church …
I am… I am from coke floats And football games I am from homemade ice cream And wedding punch church …
Raising children is the hardest thing next to losing them.
I saw an old familiar face this morning. It was over 20 years ago that I first met him. His …
Night time approaches Sunset colors streak the sky We are all amazed ~Monica Sleap Roaring Gap Writing Retreat 2009
On this date 167 years ago, Henry David Thoreau moved to his cabin in the woods where he lived for …
From an e-mail that I received from Dottye tonight: “However, I do have some sad news. For those of you …
I am from the snowy streets of Buffalo, NY with more cloudy days than sun. I am from Dick and …
I am from. . . I am from red clay roads, party-line telephones and “I Love Lucy” when it was …
Prompt Instructions: 1. Lines of a poem are cut apart and placed in a bowl. Each person draws a line …
I am from fried chicken and chocolate meringue pies, from large nap-inducing Sunday lunches after we returned home from Sunday …
Essay from prompt “going in the direction you cherish” by Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Han – 9/30/2007 “If he …
We are 13 women who lost… 14 children, 10 high school graduations, 11 college graduations, countless birthday …
“Caught between Remembrance and Resilience” was a phrase from a newspaper article that grabbed my attention. Those words seemed to …
This family portrait was one of my first creative efforts following the death of my daughter, Rebecca. Sapped of my …
In this stage of my life, I save less and less, fewer items, less stuff. I was thinking just yesterday …
Feet. Shoes. Fit. All those shoes … they seemed to fit at the time. Pink satin ballet shoes. They were …
The fading of an elegant dress-satin, tulle, a fine nuptial tiara, now crumpled and old in tan tissue paper decorated …
You made an imprint On our hearts and on our souls Miss you Killian ~Monica Sleap 4.17.12
Hopeful wood thrush calls
high in the clean mountain trees
one sweet note missing.
As I sit here and watch the minutes tick by, I can remember exactly where I was and what was …