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HALLOWEEN CONTEST – VOTE!

Posted on October 31, 2017 by georgialeesays

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         THIS MONTH I’VE BEEN SCOURING THE VILLAGE FOR GREAT HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS – THE NEIGHBORS ARE RESTLESS (AND CREATIVE – VOTE YOUR FAVORITE (disclaimer: frog below discovered  in photographer’s house)          

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OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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HOW TO STOP WORRYING AND EMBRACE BEING ALONE (even on your birthday)

Posted on April 14, 2015 by georgialeesays

“Since I gave up all hope, I feel so much better” – anonymous   I write this on my 61st birthday. I chose to be alone, and fled to the wilderness. Rather than dancing at a drunken Bacchanal or a romantic … Continue reading →

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BRIEF CANDLES – AN HOUR ONSTAGE

Posted on March 8, 2015 by georgialeesays

At the end of life, the very old shrink into child-size imitations of the towering adults their children knew. Not my parents, I would have thought as a child, if I’d ever imagined such a thing. Not my parents. Those … Continue reading →

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Dreaming in Color

Posted on February 23, 2015 by georgialeesays

I dreamed that all was yellow inside their windows a pale meringue light beamed in summer kitchens morning, forever, morning Girls in sweet sun-frocks twirled lemon-laced skirts for buttoned-up, tucked-in boys The sweet-acid taste of first loves hover above, yet … Continue reading →

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Spinning Straw into Gold in the “Christ-haunted” South

Posted on December 30, 2014 by georgialeesays

As the unofficial official blogger for the Atlanta Writers Club, my first post was a delight – writing about Kimberly Brock, author of “The River Witch” winner of the Georgia Author of the Year in 2014 by the Georgia Writers … Continue reading →

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CURTAIN CALL – THE NEW FOUNTAIN THEATER

Posted on October 10, 2014 by georgialeesays

The full moon pulls me outside and I rise or fall, like the obedient tide. Each full moon has a name, you know.  October is either Hunters or Harvest. I don’t feel like looking it up, but I’m going with … Continue reading →

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INVINCIBLE SUMMER

Posted on July 26, 2014 by georgialeesays

The Buddha, as young Prince Siddhartha, was a rich spoiled brat. His father, the king, groomed his future heir. Pampering and sheltering the prince,  he kept him within the kingdom’s gates, forbidding exposure to the imperfect world beyond. Yet, like … Continue reading →

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MOTHERS DAY POST MORTEM – Birth, Death and Blue Hydrangeas

Posted on May 12, 2014 by georgialeesays

  BIRTH – MAY 2, 1989 9:35 p.m.   “Is he all there? Arms, legs, fingers?” First words, after an eight-pound, 23-inch ball of flesh ruptured out of me. For eight months, since that drunken Labor Day weekend before I … Continue reading →

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