Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student

This is a place for Hope. Sempre e dovunque, pieno di speranza.

Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student

Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student
Location
A Tiny But Beautiful Village, Wisconsin, U.S.A.
Birthday
August 03
Title
Student/Substitute Teacher
Company
I am delightful company!
Bio
Once upon a time this writer was a reporter/photographer and columnist for a large weekly newspaper in New York City, worked at the Center for Publishing at N.Y.U., worked at Kirkus for one crazy semester and eventually was an editor at Scholastic. After two very troubling years on cable television in New York City, this writer was voted off the island once and for all. Today this writer is a full-time student and substitute teacher living in reduced circumstances. She is ever hopeful and even though her stomach may rumble from time to time, she is usually somewhat reasonably well fed. Most importantly this writer is a recovering or former New Yorker, (recovering seems more apt), who is quite happily transplanted in Wisconsin. She blooms where she is planted.

NOVEMBER 7, 2009 7:51AM

A Tiny Seed Would Be Planted

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He checked his pockets again.  Patted them both for the hundreth time.

When the customs agent asked him if he had anything to declare, he responded no.  He lied.  Within his pockets were the roots to his family's fortune, and the richest foundation to watch them grow.

He walked to the exit.  His driver nodded to him.  As he stepped into his car, he smiled.  And thought of them.

 

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To my dearest grandfather, you were always planting seeds. Everyone you knew, loved you for it.

With All My Love,

Hope
XOXOXO
To every customs agent in the tri-state area who is now long retired, you never who you were dealing with. My grandfather had the sweetest face and eyes that were always twinkling with delight. He was so fond of all of you.

Slowly but surely, each time my grandfather returned, he had enough clippings in his pockets to fill our entire grounds with the best grapes on earth.

Thank you all for finding my grandfather as charming as I did.

Hope
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