I reviewed this book a couple of years ago when it first came out. Now, it’s available on Audible with a good narrator. I found it well worth the seconcd read.
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Re-Blog: Muddy Hands: A Poem
Have you ever done any pottery? If so, this poem should bring back memories. I’d love to read about them, or you can share them on Lynda’s blog. Enjoy!
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Thursday Book Feature: Walking by Inner Vision
Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems
Copyright 2017
This collection starts with a prologue in which the author, who is also an artist, describes how knitting sustained her during difficult times after she lost most of her vision in 2007. The poetry and prose that follow are divided into twelve sections, one for each month of the year. Some pieces reflect the time of year while others discuss the author’s faith in God, nature, art, music, and other topics.
My favorite piece is “A Wintry Tale” because it reminds me of many tumbles I took in the snow when I was younger due to my lack of vision. My second favorite is “A Pennsylvania Christmas” because it brings back memories of my own childhood Christmases, even though I’ve never received coal in my stocking.
I’ve known Lynda for years through our association with Behind Our Eyes, a not-for-profit organization for writers with disabilities. I’ve always been amazed by how, despite her sight loss, her appreciation of art and nature comes through in her vivid descriptions. Even if you have normal vision, this book will open your eyes, ears, and heart to life’s wonders.
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My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
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Saturday Song: Carole King–Natural Woman
A year ago, a friend and I collaborated on a poem inspired by a painting of a woman dressed only in pink undergarments. Last night during an open mic reading at the WyoPoets annual workshop in Cheyenne, after we shared this poem, we sang a chorus of this song. Enjoy, and have a great Saturday.
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Abbie Johnson Taylor
We Shall Overcome
How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
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Anthology Knits Life Through Poetry and Prose
Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems
Copyright 2017
This collection starts with a prologue in which the author, who is also an artist, describes how knitting sustained her during difficult times after she lost most of her vision in 2007. The poetry and prose that follow are divided into twelve sections, one for each month of the year. Some pieces reflect the time of year while others discuss the author’s faith in God, nature, art, music, and other topics.
In “Harbingers,” Lynda reflects on the ground hog and other species that predict when spring with come and signal its arrival. In “William’s Red Roses,” she reminisces about a rose bush her father gave her. In “A Visitation from Butterflies,” she describes a miraculous event that occurred while her daughter was in a medically induced coma following cancer surgery.
My favorite piece is “A Wintry Tale” because it reminds me of many tumbles I took in the snow when I was younger due to my lack of vision. I believe Lynda was still sighted at the time of this story, so I found that refreshing. My second favorite is “A Pennsylvania Christmas” because it brings back memories of my own childhood Christmases, even though I’ve never received coal in my stocking.
I’ve known Lynda for years through our association with Behind Our Eyes, a not-for-profit organization for writers with disabilities. I’ve always been amazed by how, despite her sight loss, her appreciation of art and nature comes through in her vivid descriptions. Even if you have normal vision, this book will open your eyes, ears, and heart to life’s wonders.
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Note: Since Lynda invited me to guest post on her blog several years ago, I returned the favor, and she graciously agreed. Her post will appear on May 16th, so stay tuned.
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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor
How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
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Water Color
The following short story was inspired by a poetry prompt. Last month in our third Thursday group meeting, we were given a suggestion to write a poem in a different dialect. After spending six months in Fargo, North Dakota, and listening to A Prairie Home Companion for years, the North Dakota Norwegian way of speaking came to mind. What started as a poem turned into flash fiction. Click this link to hear me read it.
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WHEN TWO NORTH DAKOTA NORWEGIANS WATER COLOR
In their retirement, Nils and Astrid spent a lot of time painting since their children were grown and scattered across the country. They took art classes at the senior center in Fargo and worked on their assignments together at home. Their love of painting didn’t keep them from bickering, but they always made up.
That June day in 2015 was no different. They were sitting in their back yard. The early morning sun shone in a cloudless sky. Birds sang, and the flower bushes’ scent wafted across the lawn. As Nils dipped his brush into the small container of red paint a little too vigorously, it splattered onto the white picnic table. “ufta, oh darn,” he said.
His wife looked up and frowned at the splotch of red against white. “Well then, you spilled it, you clean it up.”
“So how come you’re so cranky then?”
“Cranky, I’m not cranky. I’m not the one who spilled the paint.”
“Yes you are. You’re cranky because I dripped a little red paint on your nice white table.”
“Who says I’m cranky? I’m not. So clean up that paint then.”
“You are cranky. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so mad about me spilling the paint then.”
“Oh shut up then about that paint and clean it up already.”
“Why should I? You made me spill it then.”
“I did no such thing then.”
“Yes you did. You distracted me.”
“Oh ufta tufta, you poor thing. You can’t multi-task so you blame me then.”
“Yeah, so if you’re gonna be so gung ho about it, you can clean it up.”
“Me, I didn’t spill the paint. You did.”
“Yeah, but you made me spill it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Did not, but just to shut you up, I’ll…” In her haste to pull herself off the picnic bench, she knocked over the small container of water between them. “Oh ufta tufta, look what you made me do. Now, we got a real mess on our hands, thanks to you.”
“Me, you’re the one who knocked over the water.”
“Yeah, well, you distracted me then.”
“Well, now you know how I felt when you distracted me, and I spilled the paint so let’s just get some paper towels and clean this mess up together, huh?” Nils stood, turned, and embraced his wife. She relaxed, and a moment later, they kissed.
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How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
