Today the Sage family and the Hasty family went to North Hampton for a day at the beach. I have to say HastyKid is a natural and is dreaming of becoming the next big surfer girl. She had a blast riding the waves with Sage Jr and after getting buried in the sand, Sage Jr…
This is going to be soooo much fun. And the only reason I stopped at one glass is because I was afraid I would fall asleep and miss all the fun 🙂 I was so sweaty….pretty sure all my makeup was on my shoes.
Yesterday I renewed my VERY expired drivers license so I could fly to Boston on Wednesday to see Sage. My daughter and I woke up all bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to go at 3:30am and got to Boston about noon. This is what we saw when we got to baggage claim. Sage’s son…
I didn’t think it was possible but I instantly got more excited. I promise, Sage, I am not a seven foot tall tattooed man but I cannot promise you will not be disappointed with the image that walks off the plan. I look like a typical, cooks too much good food for her…
Written by Holley Perry and HastyWords Tides quietly wash away all evidence of daylight as we sat together mourning the sunset’s temporary demise. Distance is a reminder . . . the sand on our wooden floor the wrong names carved on trees the night doesn’t hide all secrets. Ghosts of old chased us into our…
Written by Cara T and HastyWords Broken lace fell from her shoulder As he glared into her eyes He searched for defiance, an excuse To give her what his anger desired Staring back with a passive gaze Her mind fishing for ways to calm him And provoke him just the same Would he give in…
Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords Of supple grace Her body sings; Each exchange A symphony Of fleshy notes And desires Naturally divine. My eyes explore The white shores Of her supple lips; As my hands beg To discover Each tiny freckle Each tiny moon Gracing his Hungry universe. He tastes of her; Embracing her…
So today is one of my FAVORITE bloggers birthdays. He ALWAYS seems to know when I need to talk, even when I don’t want to, he lets me know I am not alone. In my opinion, that is what a friend does. They don’t sweep in thinking they can fix you but they swoop in…
Epic Poem Traditionally, an epic poem is a long, serious, poetic narrative about a significant event, often featuring a hero. Before the development of writing, epic poems were memorized and played an important part in maintaining a record of the great deeds and history of a culture. Later, they were written down and the tradition…
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I remember writing this the night my husband returned home from Iraq, it was his third and last homecoming from that faraway place . . . He’s since retired, the sight if those boots laying there was one of the most beautiful things I can remember seeing. Dust from…
