by Ingrid Beer
December 23, 2012
As the Eve of Christmas descends upon us, And the snowflakes trip and flutter on the gusts of wind outside, We ask daddy if he would build us a fire in the hearth To keep us comfy and toasty inside. The kitchen stove is a steam engine, Piping hot with all burners aglow; Dinner’s simmering, [...]
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by Ingrid Beer
March 2, 2012
The lingering days of my childhood, when I would immerse myself in little-girl-imaginings of being Cinderella sweeping the cobblestone floors of my little cottage in the countryside, vibrate with the rosy hue of a young heart’s willingness to create and share, freely. Self-doubt didn’t seem to have a place at the table back then, as [...]
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