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Slice of Life: When You're Vintage

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It was a mistake from the minute it began.  I'll just go through these shirts that are hanging today, I told myself. I pulled them out of the closet and placed each in one of three piles: love it (very small pile), meh (it fits and it's okay, but I don't love it), buh-bye. Once the shirts were piled on the bed, I realized I should go through all of my clothes that were hanging in our tiny closet as well as the pile of shoes which desperately needed sorted and returned to their organizer. The closet is small and to do these tasks in parts, on different days, really didn't make much sense. Pulling items out of a closet is quick and usually where the trouble begins. It wasn't long until my dress pants were in sorted piles, dresses were pulled out, and shoes were out of the closet and strewn across the floor. As I looked around the room, I realized what had begun as a thirty-minute clutter clearing task for the day was now a project. There was no turning back. Quickly I

Slice of Life: It's Been a Long Time, Brood X

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The sound is incessant as the cicadas fly from tree to tree. I knew they were coming, but I guess I had forgotten what it was like. Maybe it's the first time I've had enough time to really pay attention - or maybe it's that they've interrupted my patio time. Maybe I just chose to wipe the memory from my mind. This is the fourth time I have been around for their visit. The first time I was much too small to remember, the next I was probably living the life, the last time I was quite busy with the day to day life of raising a family, and this time I'm well aware of their arrival and look forward to their quick departure.  I try to remind myself how exciting it must be to be out and about after growing and sleeping for 17 years ( learn more here ). I mean, we're all pretty excited to be out and about after being home for most of the last year due to COVID. Just multiply that joy by 17. A lot has happened since they arrived last. Facebook was just beginning in 2004

Poetry Friday: Last Days

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Well, today was Jeff's last official day. He's now officially retired. My retirement was in March. Now we step together into a new chapter. Last days...     are always first days         of something else.  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!   Today's roundup  is hosted by Michelle Kogan . Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link. 

Slice of Life: Closing a Pandemic School Year

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This morning is my husband, Jeff's, last day with kids. It isn't just any last day, it's an Alice Cooper last day:   "School's out for summer, school's out forever." While Friday is his official last day, I know his last day with kids feels like the final day of his career. He retires at the end of this week. In 36 years of teaching, he's enjoyed every day with those crazy 8th graders. Thirty-six years in the same position. Thirty-six years and the only classroom move was because they tore down the old middle school and built a new one. At the beginning of this pandemic year, I encouraged him to go ahead and retire. I mean, (shhhh!) he wasn't getting any younger and the virus seemed unrelenting. "I want to see what the year brings," he said confidently and headed off to a new group students and a year of ever-changing circumstance.  This morning my phone has been buzzing with updates. I just received a video his students made, #JeffTok,

Poetry Friday: Now Dream YOUR Dream #poemsforMaryLee

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I can't think of a better way to celebrate Poetry Friday than to offer my best wishes to Mary Lee Hahn upon her retirement. It is a gift in this life to be given the opportunity to live more than one dream.  Now Dream YOUR Dream For years you have planted  the dreams others pursued, carefully tending  their fragile nature. Walking  beside  fellow travelers searching for paths to be taken, roads to travel, destinations  yet to be revealed.  Celebrating steps large  and small, nurturing tomorrows  still unknown. Now  it is your turn to chase words and moments, to savor quiet and  slow.  to discover new roads waiting for you.  Now  it is your turn      to dream. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!   Today's roundup is hosted by Christie Wyman at  Wondering and Wandering . Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link. 

Slice of Life: Be Kind to Yourself

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On Sunday, both of my daughters celebrated their first Mother's Day. It had me all nostalgic. I don't remember my first Mother's Day. Time does that.  My first plan was to write a list of things I would suggest for them in the coming years. I started thinking back to all the things I would do differently. Of course, that led me to all the things I also wouldn't change. Raising our kids was such a delight - and a lot of hard work. That's just how it is. It quickly became abundantly clear that there isn't a list of ways to perfect this motherhood thing and keep yourself afloat. Instead I think I would just have to say... Be kind to yourself.  On the days you could sleep  standing up.  when you aren't sure  the best way forward.  when you're certain you can't continue.  Be kind to yourself. There will be times when your child is sick and you'll wonder if they need a doctor. when they are challenging, and you'll wonder the best way help them grow

Slice of Life: Book Shopping...Isn't What It Used to Be

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Do you ever just catch yourself doing something and laugh at your own ridiculousness? I can make simple things hard. I can make quick jobs take forever. I can get mesmerized by craziest of side adventures. Today was one of those days where I had to chuckle at myself a bit.  Today I made my bookstore visit very 2021.  To begin, it should be noted that technology has certainly changed the way I do a lot of things. If I need a recipe, I almost always go to the internet. A simple search will result in several recipes and then I choose a favorite. It's changed the way I listen to music. Who would have guessed some day I'd hold all of my music right in my hand? Even crazier, who would have guessed I wouldn't have to own all the music to play it. Hello music subscription services. Looking for a new place to eat? Hello, YELP. Need a map? Google. I could go on for days.  Some things just aren't like they used to be. Sometimes that's a bad thing - and sometimes it's divin

National Poetry Month: Joy Awaits 30 of 30

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W e made it! This month I have been on the quest for joy. I've managed to write about a bit of joy each day.   The month has reminded me that joy is often found in the simplest of moments. Here is the final poem for National Poetry Month.  Joy Awaits Poetry books line shelves. Words tumble on pages. Placed in perfect arrangement. Arranged. Rearranged. Small moments captured. Quest for meaning. Days of dreaming. Arranged. Rearranged.  Soothes souls. Tells truths. Rights wrongs. Sings songs. Arranged. Rearranged. Syllables,  Words, Lines, Verse. Arranged. Rearranged. Poetry heals hearts.  Provides fresh starts.  Arranged. Rearranged.  Poetry.      Joy.           Found.  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!  Today's roundup is hosted by Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm and Rhyme . Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link.  It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the looko

National Poetry Month: April Finale 29 of 30

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  April finale. The daffodils step aside. Tulips promenade. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find. 

National Poetry Month: Afternoon Ride 28 of 30

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  Afternoon Ride pedal,  pedal,  go. follow the trail. enjoy  paths of green. afternoon  bike  ride. railway reimagined.  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021  It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find. 

National Poetry Month: Morning Radiance 27 of 30

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Well, I awoke just after sunrise to find the moon still hanging and the sky returned to blue. Moon was in my backyard now and shining brighter than bright. It had managed to radiate an entire extra sphere of light that doubled it in size. I couldn't get a good picture with my phone, but trust me it was glorious. I think moon must have decided to wait on sun's return so I thought I'd continue their game in today's poem. Check out yesterday's Evening Show  for last night's game. Morning Radiance  "I'm ready to play,"      sun says to moon. As she returns to the sky      not a moment too soon. "I've had some good sleep,      and I see you're still here. Let's play a game      that will bring the world cheer." Moon stayed awake      just for this chance. The two look at each other      and start the grand dance. "Let's play Shine,"      says sun as she rises. "I can do that,"      says moon, full of surpris

National Poetry Month: Evening Show 26 of 30

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  It's always something to see the full moon rise in the blue sky of evening. It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find.  Evening Show "Play with me sun,"      the moon pleads from afar. Shining so bright,      it feels like a star. "Let's share the blue sky,"      moon says with a grin. As her circle of light      takes night for a spin. The sun smiles brightly,     i n orange and in red "It's been a long day,      I'm going to bed."  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021

National Poetry Month: To Paint a Day 25 of 30

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  To Paint a Day dawn breaks.     opportunity abounds. blank canvas     a waits the first stroke. the artist     pauses to consider a color palette     of possibility. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021  Photo by  Mohamed Nohassi  on  Unsplash It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find. 

National Poetry Month: The Rumor Among Trees 24 of 30

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  Weeping Cherry was the first to know,      a s it witnessed spring's final, fluffy white snow.  With vigor it shook its soft pink blooms,      a nd said goodbye to the gray and the gloom.  It shared the good news with Crimson King,       who swayed with delight and started to sing.  For the occasion she'd saved a perfect red dress,      w ith green all around, she was sure to impress.  Crimson told Sugar, and they cackled with glee      a t the anticipation of what would soon be.  Sugar Maple smiled, as she looked down,      a t the beautiful flowers that covered the ground.  Old Oak watched the celebration with a steady eye;      s he noted the warmth and the bright blue sky.  The rumor among trees was most definitely true      s he reassured all as the gentle breeze blew.  The flowers heard Oak confirm the good news,      t hey started to waltz in their finest of hues.  The birds added music to Earth's morning song      f or the wise old oak had never been wrong.  The t

National Poetry Month: Pause 23 of 30

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  Pause Go ahead. Reset. Reboot. Breathe. Recharge. Restart. Unwind. Renew. Refresh. Relax. Rediscover. Revive. Center.  Revitalize.  Rejuvenate. Be. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!   Today's roundup is hosted by Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core .  Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link.  It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find. 

National Poetry Week: Backyard Chorus 22 of 30

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  It's Earth Day. Here's a little haiku to celebrate.  It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find.  Backyard Chorus  woodpeckers tap, tap song birds add some melody backyard sounds of spring © Cathy L. Mere, 2021

National Poetry Month: Snow Day 21 of 30

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Snow Day!  White blankets the ground      adorns the trees. Fluffy flakes float      from            the                morning                     sky. "Snow Day!" I announce,      to no one but myself; I glance once more, then      go            back                 to                      bed.  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find. 

National Poetry Month: A Little Limerick 20 of 30

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Yeah, it's a reach. Limerics are for March - until it's April and you're feeling a little whimsical (and desperate). I'm just going to follow the advice of my Sunday poem and get something down . Bahahahaha.  You can read more about this little gadget at today's Slice of Life post.   It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as my One Little  Word  Phrase. Since I'm on the lookout for JOY, it makes sense to share a poem each day this month about what I find.  There once was a boy named Kareem, Who just loved to eat lots of ice-cream. But his hands would get cold, If the truth were to be told. Now with his koozie he's living the dream.  © Cathy L. Mere, 2021

Slice of Life: You Don't Want One of These!

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Whatever you do, don't go out and get one of these! No, I mean it. Once you purchase one, your life will never be the same.  In fairness, I didn't purchase mine. My daughter gave it to me as a gift. It's one of those things I didn't know I needed until I had it. One of those things I probably shouldn't have because it isn't good for me in the long run. One of those things that now that I have it, I couldn't imagine life without it.  What is it you ask? (You should scroll away now. I'm telling you.) (Really, you shouldn't continue.)  Are you sure you want to know? Really sure? Okay, I'll give you a few hints, since you're still here. It's the least I can do.  It fits nicely in your hand. It's thermal to keep things cold. You can use it for your cold treats. It's an...            i ce-cream koozie. That's right. A koozie for ice-cream pints. Who knew? Am I right?!  Let's face it. We've all picked up something new in our

National Poetry Month: The Magic of Poets 19 of 30

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The Magic of Poets Poets       sit by their windows,           pen in hand,                notebook open,                     attentive. Carefully       smoothing the cacophony            of sounds                into gentle rhythms                     for tired souls.  Collecting      beautiful words           as they float by,                weaving phrases into                     alluring tapestry. Crafting      with a precision            of vision,                painting vivid images                     with each stroke of pen.  Arranging -      and rearranging -           lines on the page                 until they are perfectly set                    for the eyes of the world.  Poets      make magic; And I sit here,      computer open,           writing about morning coffee,                the sweet dance of flowers,                     and smiles that make the heart sing. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021  It's National Poetry Month. This year, I selected " CHOOSE JOY " as

National Poetry Month: Make Art (with Jess Keating) 18 of 30

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Do you get Jess Keating's EPIC Email ?  If you don't, you should go right to her site right now and sign-up. I enjoy them. You should check out her site while you are there. Last week's email was a reminder not to apologize for your art. I think it was perfectly timed. I decided to take her letter and create a found poem with it - because art. Ha! As we round the second half of this month's commitment to write a poem each day, I'm guessing we can all use her message. Thanks, Jess, for the permission AND the inspiration AND the fun. Make Art found poem from Jess Keating's EPIC Email 4/16/21 all words belong to Jess don't apologize for taking up space. share your work, your voice, what matters. don't apologize for getting it wrong, imperfect art. be human; "perfect" isn't reality. stop apologizing. be seen, heard. don't apologize for shitty art; even if it doesn't lead to  better art, progress. nobody needs to  validate what you make