Tag: Love
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My Salad Days
When I hear someone reference their “salad days,” I envision a younger, successful version of that person. Or, in terms of lifetimes, I think of a bygone era of upright, suburban subdivisions filled with well-adjusted families, nice lawns, practical cars, and financial security. I might envision my own idyllic childhood. However, today I am thinking of a particular…
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Wait, Before You Go
Wait, before you go Savor friends and sip of stress Become family ### ©2014 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved. ____________ Saturday, November 15, 2014. I wrote the haiku “Wait, Before You Go” this morning. I followed a writing prompt from Daily Prompt, “Good Tidings”: “Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger…
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“Hey there!”—the backstory
“Hey there, Steph! This is …” began a voicemail that grabbed my attention as I recognized the voice immediately. “Fred* called?” I pondered. “Why now?” Once a boyfriend and now just a “friend” on social media, Fred had a special place in my heart. He was my first. My first love, my first…well, you know.…
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Passionate Ping
Friday, February 3, 2012. Passionate about heart health, I doodled this image using Art Rage Studio Pro. Go Red! © 2012 Steph Abbott All rights reserved.
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Bella Calls
Bella calls. She’s never far. Her tone rings clear. Her melody queries the soul. Do you answer? — Saturday, September 3, 2011. I created the image on my iPad using in ArtRage then added a border using PhotoWizard. Posted from my iPad.
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Vino Luna
Wednesday, August 31, 2011. Tonight’s post was inspired rather simply by a bottle of vino. I created the image on my iPad using in OmniSketch then finished it in PhotoWizard. Posted from my iPad.
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Surviving the Seas of Sorrow
May you survive the seas of sorrows. I created the image on my iPad using ArtRage. ©2011 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.
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Swirly World
I am at a loss for words. My world is swirling. I created the image on my iPad using ArtRage. ©2011 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.
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Considering Moe’s Books
Rainy afternoons during my early twenties often called for a stroll to Moe’s books on Telegraph Ave. Perennially busy; the windows steamed before I even opened the doors. An aroma of sweat, patchouli, decaying paper, must, and mildew greeted me. If enticed by a window display with a new cover, I’d journey down the cement…
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