Archive for the “Frank Talks” category

Living on the Ledge of a Dream

by sandra on August 21, 2017

(the following conversation was overheard this morning as I stood washing dishes at the sink) Hy: I like the simple life, so as soon as I ripen, I plan on becoming a tomato sandwich. Bridget: Not me!  I’m going to (…)

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Hijacked!

by sandra on August 16, 2017

{I first published this post September 21, 2012.  Every fall, She shows up as a complete surprise and today was the day.  Each year, She reminds me that, just when you’re not expecting it, Life will waft something beautiful your way.} It (…)

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There’s No Place Like Home

by sandra on August 15, 2017

“I used to be a journalist”, I told the Stranger. “Now I’m a writer.”  The Stranger thought for a moment.  “That’s interesting,” he said. “Because a journalist is something you do…..but a writer is who you are.” When I sat (…)

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All There, In Black And White

by sandra on August 14, 2017

{This story took place in 1968; hence, my use of the word “colored”, to maintain authenticity.  Several years ago, I read this story at a poetry reading at Callanwolde Arts Center, here in Atlanta. The audience that evening was comprised (…)

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Want a Better Life? Get Yourself Organizized.

by sandra on August 13, 2017

Hey you. Yeah, YOU! C’mere. I wanna share something with you but you gotta promise not to judge me. You won’t? Good. Cause I wanna tell you what I did yesterday. But you gotta promise you’re not gonna judge me……..! Yesterday, I did something I’d (…)

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