I won The Rising Blogger post of the day Award! Yes, It's not a typo, the winning post of the day! The Rising Blogger is awarding blogs that are insightful, creative, interesting and original. We award our "Post of the Day" seven days a week."
The Rising Blogger is written by Judd Corizan, a prolific writer an example of which is in his remarks in his profile * "The written word is so important. Be it in books
* newspapers or blogs. The right usage sets your soul free!
I'm truly honored to be recognized by such a talent, and would like to thank you Judd Corizan! Stop by and read The Rising Blogger, where every day you will read a winning post from a different blog! The Rising Blogger's mission statement is listed along with more information on this talented writer and ingenious blog!
Oh! I almost for forgot, The Rising Blogger requested that I "pay it forward" by nominating another post. So start writing bloggers since I will be reading posts to nominate. I 'll find one today!
This is great!
Here is the first part of my winning post-
Who Was Your Favorite Grown-Up?
When you were a child who was your favorite grown-up? My favorite grown-up was my maternal grandmother. Yesterday, I went to her grave site and recalled two of my favorite memories of her. I have many memories of fun grown-ups, although for some reason she's the one who sticks in my mind the most. My other grandparents were great too, of course, but we lived down the street from her in a new neighborhood branched off from an older street or lane, called Moss Side Lane. The name Moss Side came from the moss that hung from the oak trees that shadowed the street.
With the exception of my parents, this grandmother had the most influence in my life. She taught me to wish upon a star, to garden, curtsy, talk to people, read…
The Boogeyman Man From Planet-Lackawanna-
Motherhood is an art impossible to explain, one which requires a vast sea of love, devotion, compassion, and understanding, unmatched by any affection we will ever know again.- Ann Clemmons
Words are the core of our souls, without written, vocal or lyrical expression we lose sight of one another or worse, ourselves. Words bring forth the essence of the human spirit; so express yourself without abandon.
Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.
Alone in her world
of make believe
weaving her stories
of magic and light
She brings joy
to the eyes
of innocent minds
less jaded and free
For only they know
what's in her heart
holding the secrets
she guards so well
Life's hidden mysteries
belong to those
whose wisdom and truth
shine on in imagination
Written for Ann
Of The Horoscope Junkie
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”'
F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Lines from The Great Gatsby)
"A Southerner Talks Music"
"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us."
An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.
- Mark Twain in Eruption
"I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself"