Why Once a Time a Time?
I’ve always done a lot of thinking - and a lot of remembering - in this brain of mine. I share the fruits of that thinking most effectively in writing, often in the form of stories.
When I was a little girl, before I’d learned the art of writing, however, I would avail the adults in my life with my stories and I’d begin with the (obviously misheard but adorably uttered) words, “Once a Time a Time…”
Category Archives: Memories
One year ago this very day, we brought home our newest feline friend, whom we named Eggs Benedict. We’d had the name chosen for years (it’s based on a character mentioned in an old Woody Allen standup comedy bit) – … Continue reading
This article is very interesting (albeit not very well-written) and confirms that which I already know to be a fact… It brings up something to which I can strongly relate – the importance of writing in my life. I’ve always … Continue reading
Once a time a time isn’t necessarily a long time ago… Throughout our years sharing a bed together, my Sweetie and I have enjoyed countless late, late-night talks as we drift off to sleep, kitties snuggled nearby, the house dark … Continue reading
As I finish another crochet item – a very pretty shawl – this evening, I have yarn both around my fingers and on my mind. I am reminded of something I wrote in a Twitter chat, circa 2010. Lest you … Continue reading