WHY WALNUTS MEAN CHRISTMAS
Every year of my childhood, Christmas began in November with Mom’s fruit cake….But November was dedicated to the cookies and for all those cookies, she needed nuts. Lots and lots of nuts ….
Kathleen Roxby is a prize-winning poet whose work has been published in anthologies, poetry magazines and three self-published chapbooks, Chameleon Woman, Tangent/Allusion, and Paper Doll. She has been a poetry judge, facilitator for two poetry groups, a sometime editor of both a poetry magazine, chapbooks for her mother and two anthologies, one for her father. She has also worked in prose with work published on a website dedicated to writing. Her favorite poets are Poe, Issa and Li Po Chu’i, with a special place for Benet’s John Brown’s Body.
Kathleen had several jobs: library catalog clerk at CSULB, junior high school teacher in LBUSD, a brief stint as a lab secretary for a private hospital, engineering secretary and computer system administrator with related work in developing and managing documentation for two manufacturing companies. Kathleen’s other interests include theater, dancing, painting and reading. She is a native of Long Beach, California but currently resides in Santa Barbara with her dog Opal.
Every year of my childhood, Christmas began in November with Mom’s fruit cake….But November was dedicated to the cookies and for all those cookies, she needed nuts. Lots and lots of nuts ….
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Ideas for this holiday season.
Her pockets full of rich brown nuts …a once-a-year treasure…
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Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?
Ideas for this holiday season.
The smile I did not expect, the welcome for which I did not hope. The gift arriving for no occasion…
Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month’s featured writing.