“Banana Cream Dream” pie is a precursor to much more than a treat. It is a marker of simpler times. Not decadent or overly sweet. It evokes memories made by hand. It must be eaten in the week. Bananas can be smooth and luxurious. Power…

Shoot the Moon 1. I was four years old the summer when astronauts landed on the moon. My brothers and I knelt close to our black and white screen for hours. I was excited because they were excited. But the actual moon walk took place…

“Childhood” by Mandy Austin Cook She’s still there the little girl with all of the happy comforting memories the one who climbed with teddy  to curl around the cradle of her favorite tree all day to read Lucy Maud Montgomery’s musings to experience the liveliness…

80s music is where it is at and this a fact. This is not the only thing we have in common.  Each day we linkup in ways that synchronize serendepity at its best. Where are we now, two years strong? Do we still get along?…

Dreamwork … While everyone is working I’m waking up from a night of traveling with students running recital’s …choreography… dancing Mentoring Greeting Disciplining  Teaching  I am not getting a paycheck; I am working in my dream.   All rights reserved copyright (c) 2019 Natasha Vanover

Peeking out the window I see a maple tree dressed in burgundy and alexandrite green leaves gently bobbing back-and-forth in the wind. I see the world through a row of horizontal blinds that outfit the window like a sunglass frame once worn in a popular…

“Technology and Nature” by Mandy Austin Cook   The tendency of Technology is to tug of war with Nature.   so much waxes and wanes with both characters, both are needed both are valued.   Earth asks for balance Technology to share fast growing knowledge…

1   My childhood, like a fairy tale, Was perfect in its making. A mother, father, children All in a house of baking. 2   Daddy went to work each day, Making money for the bills; Mother cooked and tended kids, Taking care of many…

I was a wild child, twigs in my hair and the wind under my feet. I could not be contained within four walls, aching to run and be free. Animals, birds, and bugs were my companions and my friends. People could not be trusted, but…

1.Crawling on the knees, I looked up, Sun,stars,flowers, everything I saw,excited me. 2.Grown up, holding my Dad’s palm, I walked onto my school. New lessons, alphabets,numbers came in. 3.In the thrilling teens, I started to sing,madly, I loved music, Loved it to my life, but…