Rainy Day Writing

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Author Archive: Ilona Elliott

With the Eyes of a Child: Ode to the Einsteins of the World

I wondered: is the dark side of the moon darker tonight?

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we can smell wood smoke in the air and taste snowflakes on our tongues

Wonderful post reblogged from Live and Learn by David Kanigan: via we can smell wood smoke in the air and taste snowflakes on our tongues

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Stop the Insanity: Just END Us Now

What if the Book of Revelations does not represent the will of God for man but simply represents his foreknowledge about man’s selfish, intractable and rebellious nature which will inevitably lead to his demise, and the earths, unless…

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He Said/She Said: Another Year of the Dreaded DIY Disease

…tiny, fluffy little drifts of fiberglass insulation float in the air like fairies…

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Smart Phones, Wonder Bread, Crack Cocaine and Commie Plots

Smartphones are as ubiquitous these days as Wonder Bread was when I was growing up. Turns out they might be just as over rated when it comes to how helpful, or healthful, they actually are for keeping us all “connected”, especially for kids. But back to Wonder Bread for a moment for some context. Open …

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It Starts with Remembering: A Christmas Ritual

  Christmas Rituals are everywhere right now. Lights! Trees! Shopping Sprees! And decorating! It’s definitely at full throttle. I think I’m done though. In the past, my Christmas decorating was very Martha Stewart-esse, with everything from homemade cedar garlands to red and green lights on the picket fence and rose arbor, to holiday themed soaps …

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Tracings — Life in the Boomer Lane

  Timely and important words written by Renee at Life in The Boomer Lane. Please share them: It’s impossible to say what remains of a life departed. To loved ones, vivid memories, for sure. To those who came in more casual contact, moments of memories less vivid. To those who never knew the departed, perhaps …

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Italy: All The Colors of The Rainbow in Burano And Some Peace and Quiet on Torcello

How do the Italians get away with it? They are so bold. So out there. So creative. So colorful and artsy. Can you imagine painting your house Pepto-Bismol Pink, or  Kelly Green maybe Tomato Red, or a startling Lemon Yellow, or if you are the sedate conservative kind, Turqoise Blue? What would your neighbors say? …

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And the Award for Your Favorite Facebook Friend Goes to: Anyone But Me

These times are so challenging, who among us can really be our best selves? It seems impossible not to lose it now and then, use harsh language, spit venom. I realize that it is what we do when we feel defensive or threatened in some way, and what non-conservative/non-right wing Republican/non-Trump supporter hasn’t felt that …

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Italy the Second Time Around: Fish Heads, Juggling Joggers and a Near Death Experience

I am not an itinerant world traveler. Indeed, at the age of sixty, I have recently completed just my second trip overseas. Like the first trip three years ago, I primarily visited the country of Italy, with just a day trip into Slovenia, which it turns out, is pretty lovely and felt quite familiar, but …

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