Word Ninja Girl … author, Mimi DiFrancesca
Author Blog & Cyber Waystation for General Hilarity, Serious Words and Maximum Thinkiness, Poetry, Essays, News on Books, Writing and The Wisdom of the Universe… or maybe it's about the coffee. Or the glitter. Yeah, it's probably the glitter.
So, there's this woman named Sally. She grew up with music and art and amazing people surrounding her and when she came into her power, she wanted to start something that could grow and last. Something that required people to join the game; participate. The game is about creative flow and it starts with one... Continue Reading →
Coming up on Memorial Day, I am reminded of everyone I have said goodbye to. This morning at breakfast, in a voice just above a whisper, Nancy said next week will be a year since Larry passed. A year. How is that possible? Earlier this year, I had written a note to some friends who... Continue Reading →
So, back in 1991, big things were happening. The Soviet Union took the first steps to disband the USSR. Yeah. So, now they are trying to put it back together, but hey, "A" for initial effort. The Internet was made available for commercial use and the number of computers "online" reached 1,000,000. The Dead Sea... Continue Reading →
For the first third or so of our lives, we say a whole lot of hellos. New people. New experiences. New things that excite our senses. We are in full-on input mode day after day for years in a row. Occasionally, something drops out of our gathered “things” we now call our own. A grandparent... Continue Reading →
A good story should bring us into the lives, the homes, the kitchens and boardrooms, the mind, the bedroom, the dreams and the nightmares of our character. We need to write about real life and not just some hermetically sealed. extra light, fat- free, flavor-free version of life. Because life is not a continuous loop... Continue Reading →
Red Road I do not walk the Red Road in this life- not being a path this body’s ancestors followed- though I feel that road…over here. In my bones there is sympathetic harmony rising when I hear the drums measuring the heartbeat of the Earth. In my world, the one that has spent so... Continue Reading →
Can I talk about flowers for a minute? Gee. Thanks. Owning a wedding and event venue, I see a lot of flowers. A lot. From rare and exotic to the roadside weed, baby’s breath. I love flowers. I love to grow them. I love to get them as gifts. I love to take photos of... Continue Reading →
The Bones of This Place I am still a flower pin worn on a summer hat in this little village... Not like some who have become the tanned skin or deeper yet, the flesh of this place. Earned with years of faithful returns to the waiting cottages with fine dust on tables that floats in... Continue Reading →
There is no engineer designing the temporary structure; no operating manual or planning meetings. Instead, the whole thing rises in a matter of hours, like a gossamer tent large enough to hold the people, the food, the photos and the gigantic emotions that will gather shortly to hold sacred space together.
