photo by Sarah
February 12, 2025

Happy Birthday Billie Mae!!!!
How I love you.

26 years ago you were born, the first of your generation of our family.  So wonderful that you joined us.  The problem with my hanging out with all the little kids in the family is that they grow up and have their own lives and I don't get as much interactions with them as I want.  I miss them.  I miss you.   




Tonight opened Writers Read 2025 and it did it with a splash, a big giant splash.  Three authors under the age of 18 who were all winners of the local Poets Seat Poetry Contest, a program of the Greenfield Library that has been in existence for over 30 years, took the mic.  Madison McCarthy, Henry Moxey and Summit Wicks-Lim all read tonight with strong voices and clear visions; their work was filled with images, yet so very different.  It was inspiring to listen and I'm so glad we started off with them. 

I want to write about their readings, but its too fresh at the moment.  I have always wanted to start a writing group for teenagers and this just made me want to even more.  It also made me know I have to submit to the contest this year.  The deadline is the 21st.   I will do it.  

This is Bob.  Bob and I worked together for many years.  We also wrote together in the Iron Bridge Writing group which I miss terribly. We all scattered when COVID took over our lives. I think we should do a monthly thing for a time.   I wonder if I can get the group to come together at LAVA.  A big difference would be that we met in Edite's home and ate dinner together first. I think our presence comforted each other, as well as, supported our writing.  

Came out of LAVA thinking that snow had already started, but literally it began as I unlocked the car door.  I think I am looking at a snow day tomorrow, which I will not baulk at.  I will use it to love my own work. 


Wednesdays are my days.  This one was very pleasant, this one was comforting.  I feel peaceful tonight.

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