Sunday, January 26, 2025

Making Giant Snowballs (children's story) by Leanne Dyck

 Making Giant Snowballs encourages children to show acceptance and kindness--especially to people who are different from themselves.

I'm grateful to feature my friend Linda Smith's beautiful photos of a magical Manitoba winter.

photo by Linda Smith

Making Giant Snowballs

 The playground looked like one big snowy field. It looked like one field but Willow the kitten knew it wasn't. She knew that it was divided into two sides. This side was for kittens. The other side was where puppies played.

Snow twirled like tiny birds. Willow looked up into the sky and opened her mouth. Snowflakes landed on her tongue and melted. The snow tasted like rain.

Willow picked up a clump of snow, rolled it between her paws and made a snowball.

"Hey," Misty the kitten called, "Look what I made." She ran over with a snowball balanced between her paws. "Mine is bigger than yours."

Willow brought her snowball closer to Misty. "I think mine—."

Misty smashed her snowball into Willow's. "Let's work together and make it even bigger."

The two kittens patted snow onto the snowball and it grew and it grew and it grew.

"Now we need to roll it on the ground," Misty said. And she said, "No, you're doing it wrong." and "No, don't do it like that. Do it like this." and "No, you're not listening to me." and "I said, you need to do it like this." and "Watch me closely." and "Here, let me do that for you." and a whole lot more but Willow was no longer listening.

photo by Linda Smith

A puppy ran across the field.

Some kittens arched their backs. Others ran away. Some just watched the puppy run. Willow and Misty watched.

The puppy ran to...the...kitten's...side and, and ran to Willow. "Can I play? I'm good at making snowballs."

Misty stood between Willow and the puppy. "She can't play with us."

Willow looked at the puppy and then she looked at Misty. "Why not?"

"Because. Because," Misty said, "She's not our friend. She doesn't belong here. She needs to go back to the puppy side."

"But maybe..."

"No! Maybe nothing. We worked really hard making that clump of snow into a snowball. And then she sees it, comes running over here and...and... She wants to take it from us because that's what puppies do. They take things."

The puppy picked up a clump of snow, rolled it into a snowball and handed it to Willow.

"No!" Misty knocked the snowball out of the puppy's paw. "Go away. We don't want you here, dog. Go back to your side of the playground."

The puppy turned around very slowly and—.

photo by Linda Smith

"Wait," Willow said.

"If you play with her," Misty said, "I won't be your friend anymore. No one will. You'll be all alone."

"I'll be your friend," the puppy told Willow.

Willow picked up a clump of snow, rolled it into a snowball and handed it to the puppy. "Let's make a giant snowball," she said.

"You'll be sorry." Misty ran off to play with another kitten.

Willow and the puppy patted a snowball and giggled, rolled a snowball and giggled. And they made one, and they made two, and they made three giant snowballs.

photo by Linda Smith

JP and his dog Finn.

photo by Linda Smith

 Finn happily lives with two cats.


February on this blog


Sunday, February 2

Guest post: Author Christina Myers

Out of all the books I reviewed in 2024, my review of  The List of Last Chances received the highest number of page views. I sent Christina Myers an email to congratulate her on the popularity of her book and invited her to be a guest on my blog. To my delight, she accepted the offer. I can't wait to introduce her to all of you!

Sunday, February 9

Love Stories: a collection

I'm celebrating love in all its wonderous forms in this collection of prose and poetry--just in time for Valentine's Day.

Sunday, February 16

Two Paths (short story)

Inspiration for this story came from two sources--a quote by Ella Winter "Don't you know you can't go home again?" and Robert Frost's poem The Road Not Taken

Sunday, February 23

Grandma's Knitting Needles Sing (children's story)

This children's story celebrates the bond between grandparents and grandchildren, introduces the art of knitting, and explains how wool is produced.

Sunday, January 19, 2025

Studying Poetry (a poem) by Leanne Dyck

I was introduced to poetry, as many of you were, in grade school. Later, I matriculated and a professor furthered my studying on the subject. Those two experiences were remarkably different. How? Well...


photo by ldyck

 Studying Poetry


The first time I studied poetry

I was encouraged to

think

feel like a poet


I was rewarded with

Well done, Leanne

Insightful


And I felt like

a genius

poetry was part of me


The second time I studied poetry

I was taught that

poetry 

was a bug 

to be 

di-s-sect-ed


I was chastised with

Not that

The poet clearly didn't mean that


And I felt like

a foreigner in a strange land

clearly, I didn't get it


And so now

I've decided

not to study poetry

but simply

to enjoy it


written the morning of 11/18/2024

photo by Byron Dyck


Sunday, January 26
Making Giant Snowballs (children's story)
Making Giant Snowballs encourages children to show acceptance and kindness--especially to people who are different from themselves.

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Book Review: Poems by Maya Angelou, reviewed by Leanne Dyck

 I've been doing a lot of reading but not for pleasure. And I've missed it. I felt the key to returning would be finding something undemanding. Maya Angelou took me by the hand and brought me back.

Photo by ldyck

Poems 

Maya Angleou

Bantam Books

1986

I've thoroughly enjoyed my time with Maya Angelou. She was entertaining, inspirational, and insightful. Admittedly, some of her writing required a second reading, and some escaped me. But others will remain with me long after this book is closed. 


Still I Rise


 You can write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise


Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.


Just like moons and like suns,

with the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise


Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries.


Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own back yard.


You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.


Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it comes as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?


Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.


Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bring the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise


Such power... Such pride... 

What does this poem say to me as a Caucasian... as a woman... as a neurodivergent? 

I know my time with Maya Angelou has changed me. I close this book with regret wishing I could have stayed longer.


Other genres that have kept me reading...

short story collections such as...

How to Pronounce Knife by Souvankham Thammavongsa

graphic novels such as...

Ducks by Kate Beaton

novellas such as...

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Middle Grade fiction such as...

The Dollhouse: a ghost story by Charis Cotter

Young Adult fiction such as...

When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid

More... 

How to get back to reading consistently again 

by Akanksha Narang

How to Make Reading a Habit

by James Clear

photo by Byron Dyck
January on this blog


Sunday, January 19
Studying Poetry (a poem)
I was introduced to poetry, as many of you were, in grade school. Later, I matriculated and a professor furthered my studying on the subject. Those two experiences were remarkably different. How? Well...

Sunday, January 26
Making Giant Snowballs (children's story)

Making Giant Snowballs encourages children to show acceptance and kindness--especially to people who are different from themselves.

Sunday, January 5, 2025

A Painting (short memoir) by Leanne Dyck

When did I fall in love with the idea of creating stories? What made me want to write? Tips on how to remain inspired.

One of my earliest inspirations to write came from a painting.

photo by ldyck

My paternal grandmother owned a painting called "The Open Window," created by Frank Moss Bennett. The painting is of a small room surrounded by stained-glass windows. In the room is a bench and a table. A cat sits on that table looking through a window to a green meadow. One of the side windows is open. From childhood on the painting has mesmerized me. Did the cat jump into the room? Who lives in the house? Will they find the cat? What will happen then? Or does the cat live in the house? Is it contemplating escaping into the meadow? What will the cat find in the meadow? Will the cat return to the house once it has explored the meadow? I told myself a new story about the painting each time I visited my grandmother. And yet, my pen never captured any of them. That pool of inspiration may have been too deep. Unable to capture the cat stories, I was inspired to cast my net and capture others. 

(Much thanks to Angie and others on Facebook who helped me discover the artist of this painting.)

What stories does 2025 hold?

Wishing you the best of 2025.


7 Science-backed Ways to Channel Creativity by Amanda Lieber

Boosting Creativity: 8 ways to instantly unlock your creative flow by Alexandra Tudor

17 Ways to Find Inspiration and Spark Creativity by Nikki Carter

photo by Byron Dyck
1/6/2025


January on this blog


Sunday, January 12
Book Review: Poems by Maya Angelou
 I've been doing a lot of reading but not for pleasure. And I've missed it. I felt the key to returning would be finding something undemanding. Maya Angelou took me by the hand and brought me back.

Sunday, January 19
Studying Poetry (a poem)
I was introduced to poetry, as many of you were, in grade school. Later, I matriculated and a professor furthered my studying on the subject. Those two experiences were remarkably different. How? Well...

Sunday, January 26
Making Giant Snowballs (children's story)
Making Giant Snowballs encourages children to show acceptance and kindness--especially to people who are different from themselves.

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