Archive for the ‘Poet in wine country’ Category

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It’s snowing, it’s snowing… the children will soon be glowing, as drifts of snow are blowing…

Tweet A Christmas story for my children… that I’m also sharing with yours… One day, a long, long time ago, a little bit of water in a very small puddle by the side of the road evaporated and floated up to the sky. That is what we call “water vapor.” It was a warm, sunny […]

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Dewey Decimal System and other dinosaurs

Tweet Travel agents encounter CheapTickets.com = direct on-line shopping Hotels.com + Avis.com = the inevitable Dewey Decimal System + Encyclopedia Britannica = Google.com Newspapers encounter AOL = On-line publishing Magazines + MSN = On-line “living section” Name the industry + Internet = evolution Wine writers encounter wine bloggers = writers That’s where we’re at with […]

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Confessions of a wine publicist, social media junkie

Tweet My wine blog has allowed for me to get my “stuff” out there. That’s what writers do, get the stuff from inside of themselves into the outside by communicating. And, now this blog is six years old. As I sit here eating a spring salad that Mother Nature and I’ve just grown, and thinking […]

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Inspired Poet in Wine Country ~ Children Are Our Very Special Cargo ~ Happy New Year to You and Yours

Tweet Children are given to us. They’re Our Very Special Cargo on the Way to the Future… Just as Khalil Gibran has written, Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet […]

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Fixed before broken

Tweet Having Entered through the exit, she had in essence assured that the ending was going to read much more differently and so it did. Oh it did. Work and Words by: Melissa Nelson Riverview Station, Studio #314, 191 Lyman Street, Ashville NC [828]-707-6845 I’ve told my husband that I wish Elizabeth Barrett Browning hadn’t […]

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When It Was Like a Mirror

Tweet When it was like a mirror, it was in the days of my youth, and a seamless parallel world existed in complete and utter calm. Where the ying of reality met its yang of opposition, you could stand on your head, and not knowing which was which (except for the sand you’d get in […]

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Oh, the little drop of rain

Tweet Oh, the little drop of rain Slid across the window pane And bumped into her brother. Said the little drop of rain To her brother Frankie Maine, “Please, have you seen our mother?” Said Frankie Maine to his sister Sweet Refrain, “Mother, like no other, Is in the cloud.” And they slipped And they […]