Month: December 2015
2015/12/27 #SundaySentence
All nuance was omitted in their exchanges, since a voice which travels up three floors and through a locked door must, of necessity, be not only loud but limited in vocabulary, like an encounter at a prize fight. from Clouds and Eclipses by Gore Vidal Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context…
Biscuits d’Aurélie à la Jennifer
This recipe comes from the grandmother of my husband, Aurélie Leblanc Munn. The original is just the list of ingredients leaving plenty of room for you to add your own personality.
2015/12/13 #SundaySentence
She offers food as a metaphor. I take it as poetry. from The Beast is in the Labyrinth by Walter Dean Meyers Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
2015/12/6 #SundaySentence
A word spoken, a word withheld,tells your story, sprinter of ice, splinter of grief,splinter of love from Maura Dooley’s Leaf in the collection of poetry Life Under Water Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.