Ginger's Snaps

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Enough is as good as a feast

If a little is good, than more must be better, is a dangerous philosophy. In cooking, following the recipe exactly usually guarantees a good result. Adding more of a favorite ingredient can be fabulous or a culinary disaster. Generosity is a wonderful attribute. Excessive generosity, though, can... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 13, 2007

Exclusive

Savor life-love's sweet embrace Familiar touch, scent and taste, Pulse of drum, "you and me" beat, Thundering, hungering, whispers, heat. Satin wraps, kindness of heart, Silver, sliver moments spark. Embers aloft in old song's flight, Image escaping, essence held tight. Sign in to see full entry.

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first date with October Bluesky Eyes

Her family had just moved to town, and it was Laura's first night at swim practice. As she took those last long breastrokes toward the end of the pool, she saw him do a flip turn at the pool's edge. He stopped and their eyes held. He had October blue sky eyes, and a wide white-toothed grin. I wish... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Lutholic or Catheran, What am I?

The Catholic schools in our town had the right blend of academic excellence and a warm loving atmosphere. We enrolled our little Lutheran, our adopted daughter, Angie, in St. Andrew School. Our first challenge was the All Saints Day celebration project. We were to decorate a pumpkin as a patron... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Housebreaking the rock star

Danny Boy is a darling, healthy King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. His sheer beauty dazzles and his personality shines. His hygiene, however, like a popular slob of a frat-boy, leaves a lot to be desired. Danny is seven months old. He is a love junky. He understands that he can get the humans to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

OUT OF SIGHT

Anna carefully wrapped each ornament in tissue paper and placed them in a box under the ancient basement steps. Anna adored the tiny photo of Gram and Gramps on their 50th, set in a shiny bell shaped frame. Seeing Baby Kay's handprint on faded blue construction paper dusted with silver glitter... Sign in to see full entry.

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shoes

Grandpa John Porter owned a livery stable in a busy corner of Butler County, in Pennsylvania. Here, in 1910, it was possible to rent a horse, or a horse and a buggy. It was a place to leave your horse to be shod. Grandpa kept the place clean. He made harnesses from leather.The alfalfa hay smelled... Sign in to see full entry.

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Pearl in recovery

Leah left Pearl, her magnificent siamese star in the kitchen. Pearl, she thought, was a pleasant, most satisfactory cat. Returning to the kitchen after a long afternoon nap, she saw Pearl stagger, in a decidedly un-ballerina-like manner. Pearl's delicate pink tongue was slung loosely between her... Sign in to see full entry.

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taste treat

Ambrosial nectars of tangerine juice puddled sensuously across her velvet tastebuds. She breathed in, accessing memories of Christmas fruit. Martine looked beyond the legendary Tour Eiffel at a stunning display of sunsetting. She drank, leaning provocatively against the balcony's intricate ironwork... Sign in to see full entry.

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I call these writings, "short-shorts". They are my response to a fast-paced world. Think economy in words used.I celebrate all of life's quirky dramas. How compact can I be and still tell my story?

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