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Tag Archives: Age
Cakes and Ale — and Young People!
While I was lying awake at quarter to four this morning (a normal occurrence) a jingly poem leaped into my mind, and frolicked there for quite a while. I didn’t remember all of it, but I knew the ending for … Continue reading
Posted in Etcetera, Happiness, Personal Essay, Poetry
Tagged Age, Grandchildren, Grandparents, Happiness, Memory, Rejoicing, Verse, Youth
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APRIL GREEN
(A poem in today’s Writer’s Almanac inspired me to go out into this chilly raw first day of April in search of tender green leaves. Here’s what I brought back — and healthier for the outing — to companion Linda Pastan‘s wonderfully … Continue reading
If Asked by a Caterpillar, What Would You Answer?
“Who are YOU?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, … Continue reading
Posted in Etcetera
Tagged Age, Alice in Wonderland, Identity, Lewis Carroll, Wonder, Youth
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