* HAPPY MAY 1ST *

Hello All -

Once again, I'm here to announce I'm alive and well and hope all of you are the same!

I added three tidbits to: My Publications -Chronological Order on the left side about half way down. 

I discovered an opportunity to write poetry (even though I'm not a poet!) Unfortunately I wasn't aware of it until April 21st, and it began the first of April...being Poetry Month. 

If you click on the three links, it takes quite a bit of scrolling to find mine, and since they are very short, I decided to post them here. (for you reading pleasure! LOL)

April 27 - Word prompts for this: City, Open, Public, Design, Displaced

Although I love this city
I feel so displaced
especially now when the world
appears so upside down. There is no
“public” anymore. We are separated not
by choice but by design.
I throw open a window yearning
for the day I can resume my life.

— Becky Lewellen Povich

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April 24 - Word prompts for this: Remote, Shelter, Digital, Breathe, Distance

It was a remote shelter.
The distance was incredibly
safe, one I chose carefully, with
plenty of air to breathe.
The only problem was
nothing digital, only my abacus.

— Becky Lewellen Povich

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April 21, 2020 - Word prompts for this: Petal, Opal, Hallway, Swish, Gleam

With a gleam in her eye, Opal skipped and twirled
through the hallway, hoping to show off her beautiful new
polka dot skirt. She almost got dizzy, but managed to stay on
her feet and hang onto the yellow rose petal she’d found earlier that day.
Maybe someone would happen to open their door
and see her. She loved the swish and summery look of her skirt,
and also wanted to bring smiles to her elderly neighbors.
It was great being six years old!

— Becky Lewellen Povich

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* I don't know why I can't get rid of the white highlighting, or even why it's there! Sorry! *

* IT'S EASTER IN APRIL *

Easter always arrives on a day in March or April. Personally, I prefer April, just because chances are better that the weather might cooperate and there will be such outdoor beauty to behold.

 

I couldn't find a picture of any of the traditional Easter cakes I made just about every year when my boys were growing up, but I found this online. It is similar...somewhat!

Mine would have white frosting, tinted green coconut just on the top, a few jelly beans, just on the top, and a few yellow chicken peeps (the original!) on the top! I know I have printed photos somewhere...but that's a whole other project...to find them.

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I'm feeling a bit melancholy today....and I've been like this for a while now. I'm pretty sure I know what is causing it and I just need to work my way through it, as I've always done when things have gotten me down. (It has nothing to do with any health issues of mine or my family, so no worries.)


Last night I was jumping around my blog and others', and read a few really old blog posts...tablescapes, thrift store finds, photos of this 'n that, especially humorous ones...and I loved sensing the joy I felt when I wrote them, and I want that back. It's not that I don't have any joy at all right now, but anyone who has read my blog with any regularity knows that I haven't blogged much worthwhile in a LONG time.


I certainly didn't intend on this becoming a "downer," so I'll leave with some cute and/or funny things.

                            Happy Easter Everyone!

* WHAT APRIL 1ST MEANS TO ME *

Every year on this day, April 1st, I remember a few, extremely momentous phone calls I made on that day in 1987.

Twenty seven (27) years ago today, I called long distance family & friends and said, "This is not an April Fool's Joke. I AM PREGNANT!"

Where has the time gone? I miss that baby, that little boy, that young man.....but I'm also so proud of the man he is today!

Below is from the chapter in my memoir, "The Joyous Journey":

"On March 30, 1987 the doctor uttered in his charming British accent those now infamous words, “My dear, you’re pregnant!” What??? How can this be?? How did this happen?? All those ridiculous, rhetorical questions kept repeating themselves in my head."

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The same chapter was published in Chicken Soup for the New Mom's Soul, in 2007. My first major publication!




"I didn't know how babies were made until I was pregnant with my fourth child." -- Loretta Lynn

* I'm Not a Poet....and Don't I Know it *

April is poetry month: I'd like to share some of my poetry (?) talents.



Let me first say, I do not write poetry. I know I am not any good at it. So, whenever I have to write any, I always write silly stuff, in an attempt to be humorous.This particular one was written quickly, in an exercise where everyone had to write down one word, then write a sentence with it, and then pass it to the person on their left. The next word had to be included in the next sentence, etc. (those words are underlined)


Ron and I drove by the town dump.
It seemed as if our lives were at stake.
The money was mistakenly put in a can.
We needed a magical seer to locate it
among the piles of trash.
As I climbed out of the car,
walking toward a bright red light,
my neck tattoo shone in the dark.
It sure didn't smell like a garden out here.

There you are. Poetry: Povich-Style!