musings, memoir, life in the mountains
- October 04
- ~ welcome! ~ I'm Anna Herrington ~ aka Anna F. aka Mom aka Nana aka 'JT...,' aka Writer. and NaNoWriMo fan ~ Photographs my own unless noted ~ To see all posts, click on 'Just Thinking...' above, and scroll ~ Writing here at Open Salon since June 2010 ~ Also writing at Medium.com (my link, below), in 'A Different Perspective' collection ~ writing submissions there are welcome.
MY RECENT POSTS
- New Year's Walk
January 06, 2015 03:40AM
- Two White Bowls
December 22, 2014 11:23PM
- On the Way to a Birth ~ with
photos ! and a confession
December 18, 2014 04:13PM
- Tr ig, Nana and Jaime's Mom
December 13, 2014 01:33PM
- Moments on the Way to a
November 26, 2014 12:57AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
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read about Johnny Winter
- “So you have a
you're alive and well :
- “I had no idea. Glad to
see full photo at bottom there
- “Oh, z, I love this one!
What a home to build! and
Alaska is like
- “What a lovely view - and
watercolor. You have such a
Just Thinking...'s Links
- Writing at Medium:
They are simple bowls, smooth, white porcelain, vertical sides with rounded lip, sturdy - the stamp on the bottom says '1951' in black-bold numerals printed in a no-nonsense font.
The shining stack of white entranced me when I first saw it, enough that I stood beside, taking a bowl from the… Read full post »
12:30pm, 18 December 2014
"I don't know," I hear my oldest son say through the phone, as if it is his reply to every question asked - which likely it is - for he and his partner/girlfriend are awaiting the birth of their second child.
She will be Lilly. Lilly Noel.… Read full post »
Yesterday I noticed a comment on Dr. Bramhall's blog about cancer that tr ig had left.
He and nana's mom - and Jaime's - had suddenly died, from an infection while undergoing chemo.
Tr ig and I had just PMed a couple days before - she had been doing so well… Read full post »
The phone call gave no clue of its importance in heralding the beginning of the end - only in hindsight did her one remark seem so significant: "You are going to bring that boy by in his Easter suit, aren't you?"
"It's not Easter, it's Halloween, Mom, and of course we'll… Read full post »
Written in response to, "Why are you doing NaNoWriMo?" This piece first published at Medium.com.
Because there's this story, see...
and maybe it's more than one story. A series of stories. I don't know, but the characters are starting to get loud.
So far, I haven't written a… Read full post »
The Weed fire was a complete surprise.
So, I wrote a long, meandering comment (surprised?) on super jane julia's page....with the Ray Rice debacle front and center, I thought I'd copy, paste, and post.
What is your opinion?
I've not noticed many out there in public who are bemoaning how boys are left behind - or the… Read full post »
As usual, I awoke with my mind full.
Today, though, two pieces juxtapose themselves in my heart and mind, repeating and resounding ever louder.
"It was the best of time, it was the worst of times,
"Is this the real life?Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from… Read full post »
A minimally edited, stream of consciousness post....so far.
They were there again when I woke up this morning - I realize I have to do something to pin them down.
It goes against every fiber of my being to do so.
It was not that I was dreaming of… Read full post »
Secret energies jangle as you sidle up beside,
your arms bearing gifts
of the wooden horse.
The scent of the hidden wafts in the air,
Silent gratitude is sent above
for eyes that have learned to see.
The cloak of protection sur… Read full post »