I wonder if Las Angelas means Lost Angels? It seems that way in your writing. It meant a lot to me to hear your thoughts. Dreamers trying to make them come alive right in front of your eyes. I wonder what it must be like. Your word selection was good. It flowed very well.
Where foreingers like us come to stay
Your second word is this sentence is spelled wrong.
Keep writing. LA seems the place to do it. By the way, I went to California a couple of years ago, San Jose. We also went to Disney Land. I was expecting paradise but the only paradise was what was watered.
I love dogs. My friend, Wayne who has been totaling parlized from the waist down has two dachshunds! He loves them so much. They've had back surgery which sent him back nearly $1,000 or more. He has two doggie size beautiful caskets for them when they pass away. I love Jack Russel Terriers and Rat Terriers. Please read My Precious Jewell. You'll like it. I love any stories about dogs and this is one of the best ones I've read in a long, long, time. Keep up the writing. I've wondered about writing a pet book.
Diane
I really like the feel of this poem and reconize the pain in writing. Are they going to like it and give a good review? Should I read it again and again to make sure it is prefected or would it be better in a non protective state of being. Poetry is hard with its twists and turns. Its imabic petameter. It's ryhme and reason or no resoning at all. I like your poem because I'm sure you broke some rules. It's in those kind of poems that my heart breaks and it is in yours that I find love!
Diane
I really long for those days of when my husband and I first fell in love. This poem captures it and makes me think of brighter days. We danced in front of my Aunt and Mother. It made them smile but it has been so very long since we've even touched much less dance. Thanks for making me feel young again.
Diane
Good job! It made me feel again what I needed to feel years ago. You did a great job with words. There isn't very many writings that make me want to step back in time but this did. I remember how important it was to look and feel my very best for my sweetie who is now my husband of neary 27 long years.
Keep writing! Can't wait to read some of the scary stuff.
I love this! It is so much like our lives are this day and time. Too much too fast. What will stop it? I ask that questions many times when I had Office Manager at a busy camp and conference center for the Episcopal church. My husband had an accident and the story goes on and on and on.
I don't have one of those days I have one of those lives!
This was a very smart thing to do so that people would feel comfortable with every thing they write and put on the sight. You did a good job telling them and welcoming them even though their writing is different. I used to be so involved with serial killers that my English/speech instructor had it cout with my English instructor. I told you
I can see that all of these articles are going to be so helpful in my scrapbooking process. One thing I need to do though my supplies and organize them. Mother will be going to the hospital for a two day stay. I am going to be with her in the hospitals so I'll be great to put my stuff in my huge backpack and scrapbook while I am gone. I'll have to do well to get me to continue. Help when you can!
Thanks,
Diane
I love this article because so many don't know that the less money you spend on a scrapbbok the more creative it becomes. I joined a scrapbook club and got the book Scrapbooking on a Budget. They have so many ideas!Believe it or not my first scrapbook was "The Howard Family of Dogs." My Mom is living with us now and she watched on as I wanted to make the perfect cover. I did but it was upside down! I just got a cabinet opener and attached it so that it would open. Every one thought it was a pretty good idea.
I think you meant to put hand in this sentence. I really liked this piece. It talked to me because I feel the same feelings. Depression is so hard. No knowing. Not being about to cry or laugh. It's just like feeling very numb. Come and look at a couple of groups I've joined. One of them is "The Silent Helper's Corner" and the other is "Depression and Mental Illness." Both help a lot in reading their writing.
Be Diane....you keep writing
I would only make the change of breaking up the poem into pieces. Like the first part 4 sentences, then the second. Using the phase you use "To tell you a thousand times." Other than that the piece makes a reader want to more about the grandmother. What did she look like? Was she strong? Her personality? What made you love her so? There's some questions left unaswered that makes the reader want more.
BeDiane
I liked the images that I get from this; I am a tree lover. Always trying to capture the perfect picture of a tree. I'm the crazy one that will take a picture of the same tree in the autumn like 20 days in a row trying to capture the beauty of the tree losing it's leave.
I really can see every thing so clearly in the poem. Your wording is done so well so keep it up. Your writing is good!
I don't know why in the story you would think you would get a zillion emails againist your story. I am not clear that you meant that to be part of the story and was made up or you really felt that way. That's kind of a confusing part of the piece you read. Other than that I liked it. It made me think and also makes the reader want to read more.
Diane
I like this piece. I believe we should celebrate death for it is in death that we receive everlasting life.
I love the way you use "go Home" in this poem too. You explain your feelings very well.
Keep it up!
BeDiane
My Aunt is 81 and in bad health. I've put the word before her and many times she's been close to death but she won't listen.
That was really great. Have you ever read a story that begins with the end of the story? I love those kind. I think I read one that Sidney Shelton did years ago but I don't remember the name of it; perhaps you could find it and it would really give us some ideas.
When I was in Creative Writing class in college and wrote a short story on an abused woman every thing was in great detail until I got to the end and it looked as if I was in a hurry to finsh. I was. The instructor said endings are hard because if it is some thing personal it is so hard to create the ending.
I can use this article. It made me think!
Thanks,
Diane
Oh, I love this. It isn't just rambling it's writing stories. It's essays. Keep writing them and separate the stories. Be a little more wordee, little more descriptive, what's that son like, is he grown, has he went deer hunting with you, etc. like the first BLOG I read and you are in force with a great novel of essays. That's what I wanna do...something like the old Lewis Gizzard!
Diane
You go girl! I mean to say that without any mindfullness at all of what people go through. You know I am white but I was borned and raised in the slums/ghetto of Detroit. I knew what it was like without. The schools in the inner city were so bad I had to take a public bus about an hour and a half to go to a decent school. By the time I did this in the 8th grade I was so far behind! They didn't care. I told someone once that when I saw roits I didn't wonder why they did it I knew because I lived through it. You see, when you are poor the only way to get some thing better is to burn the old down to get new. Of course, that still didn't keep the grocery stores from charging out the roof prices compared to the suburbs. I say all of this in honesty. I know some of you will be offended but if you had lived poor you would know that I am speaking truth.
I am in the south now. Oh, how poor it is down here as well. Some times too, how backward. How segergated we have placed ourselves. One time at the hospital that was in a so called "bad neighboorhood" I had to hitch a ride with a black woman. I promised her I wasn't a white serial killer. Just take me and drop me off at the store to buy my Mom some snuff! She was kind and did. On my way back I talked to a young black man riding a bike talking of doing a carpet job for some extra money and the people left to buy a new car after he had rode his bike that far for work. People should care for people. It doesn't matter your race, religion, etc. Jesus didn't hang out with the rich in the churches, did He?
Well, got on my soap box too, Marie. Hope you are okay after Katrina. One of the news reporters that was in New Orleans ask the president why help didn't arrive. He replied, "Don't tell me I'm prejudice, I'm not." Well, maybe he isn't but there's going to be a time in America where there is just the very rich and the very poor, no middle class. I see it every day.
There I go again. I'm outta here before I get back on the soapbox again. I know you shouldn't talk religion, politics, or about YO MAMA!
Northern Born but Southern Breed makes for an interesting person, eh, folks?
Very good. I love the Lord too so this really touched me. I wish we could all be as perfect as Jesus was and I wished so much that people could remember where Jesus did his great work. He helped the poor, the sinner, the tax man, the fisher man,etc. He didn't hang out with the rich in the church. His church could be any where even in nature at a picnic with a mulitude with miricles of fish and bread.
BeDiane
After reading your wonderful, informative article I believe I will help my husband to proceed on the lawsuit which I think is involved with this type of chemical that was used in the coalmines and also with Jim Walter Corporation when Tim worked there building houses. Jim Walter also owned the coalmines where he was employed for over 20 years. He hurt his back in the coalmines which has left him unable to work. Losing his back at only 45 years of age he got about $50,000 after paying the lawyers. He has been trying to get his retirement started since his injury, 2002! UMWA is holding on to his money drawing interest while we sit and suffer. It's a rich man's world!
Keep writing.
Diane
That was absolutly beautiful. I can feel all five senses being used in this writing. You must have really loved. Is it about Robin? How did she pass away. I feel for your hurt because I've hurt before in love. It makes you scared to do the same again because of the fear of getting hurt.
Diane
Keep writing!
Elizabeth,
That was a truly great poem. It had a few errors though. She always called me "My Beth"
She knew my inner sole. Sole should be soul. Elizabeth, your grandmother would still love you being in jail or not. A close relatives love never dies because of an instance like this. My son, Chris has been in jail so much that he's just like a roommate. He's 26 and reminds me so much of the town drunk in The Andy Griffin Show. Chris has such a good heart but every thing else is gone. I'm having a hard time being around him because he is so silent now. We used to play little tricks on him but he's a grown man and I might as well accept it. If you are in jail and would like a penpal me and Chris will write you Let us know how you're getting along.
Take care, Elizabeth and remember God loves you! My mailing address is Diane Howard, 123 Sleepy Holler Cir., Cordova, AL 35550.
Diane
Oh, Country Mom if I could only write a poem like that---I guess I should try. I've never tried ryhming things but I should. It hit close to home when you said about watching the tree at night and then early in the morning. I used to do the same when I was a young girl. I have so many projects to do and so mnay irons in the fire that I guess I won't put up a Christmas tree and I should. My Mom never did after I grew up so I guess I am following in her footsteps. Actually, realistically I am indeed. She is living with us. Mom had a Bladder operation. It didn't hurt at all and it did no good at all but now she can't walk without a lot of assitance from me. She doesn't want the walker, cane or wheelchair. Mom's a tough cookie at 76!
Diane
It doesn't run smoothly. I kinda know what you are trying to say but I don't understand in the poem why you can't connect. Is it that you are just seeing the person in your mind or are you somewhere imagining that he or she is looking at you and you're smiling. There's just a bit of confusing but if you work and rewrite I really think it could be a good piece of work because I feel your setiment. Being alone even in a crowded place because I didn't feel like I felt in.
Keep writing!
Diane
Bless your heart. I remember those days when I was that age and things were so damn hard. I would try and I would be set back. I would love and not have it returned. I would put up with things that were not comfortable for me or others. I would listen to things that people said about me and I had no confidence. It was so hard. I then became an actress. That's when I became the Be Diane as in all my work. Reminding myself to be who I am. I am fify one now and I am going to remind you to be who you are. Don't act! You are wonderful. You are unique. You have a DNA no one else has. God has made you and you are deserving of being loved fully.
Love,
Diane
Beautiful, the best. I am your Secret Santa and I have enjoyed you so much. I hope you have me as well.
Love and best wishes at Christmas and always!
Keep writing and rewriting. We'll make it the best year ever. Together our group can make strides no one has seen in herstory! Or history in a man's case!
Love,
bediane1954
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