The Stuff of Dreams

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” from The Tempest, by William Shakespeare

Train Whistles (5/13/2018) - By my mother, Princess. Published in 2006 in Mature Living Magazine. The painting, “The Train in the Rain” is also …

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Summer Rain (5/13/2018) - We were standing in an old, men’s clothing store in Tabor City, NC.  The store was obviously going out of …

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Red December White December (12/8/2017) - For Americans anyway, December usually means Christmas and the colors of Christmas are red and white. I would assume that …

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Happy Birthday, Darling (1/16/2017) - In photos of him as a baby, a toddler, a boy, he is laughing, his face as bright and eager …

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Lorelei (8/21/2016) - I discovered her probably in 1954, when I was eight. We lived in one of those wonderful turn-of-the-century homes on …

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Against the Flowing Sea of the Sky (7/1/2016) - In 1954, downtown Ft. Myers, with its charming 1920’s-style, Spanish-Moorish architecture and its stately Royal Palms, was as prettily arranged …

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Just for Tonight (10/25/2015) - When my father and his twin brother were born in 1915 in Fayetteville, Tennessee, the streets still smelled of horses. …

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ASHES (8/3/2015) - A year ago today, August 3, 2014, I remember walking out the long pier under umbrellas in steady rain. Our …

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The Waltz (6/11/2015) - “I danced with Daddy last night.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. In the dream, I said to him, ‘I don’t remember dancing …

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