Jacinta Meredith

Protected: A Night in the Rain

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Seller of Dreams

So, one of my dreams has always been to write a story that fulfilled the very murky outlines of Emily of New Moon’s Seller of Dreams. Once, many years ago, I wrote a poem based upon the story I wanted to write. There is no question it needs revising, but I ran into it today,ContinueContinue reading “Seller of Dreams”

An Ocean Touch

So, I felt this super super overwhelming urge to write. I haven’t written in ever so long! But, as other writers, I am sure, can sympathize with, I stared at the blank document in front of me without a thing to put down. So, finally, I put on music from Tim Janis, one of myContinueContinue reading “An Ocean Touch”

Protected: The Perfect Storm

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Protected: Children

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Protected: Summer job

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Out on the Porch

Since moving into this townhouse in Purcellville, I’ve spent lots of time in various parts of the house. In the kitchen, cooking and cleaning – Oh, the joy of cooking again! And I never thought I’d be happy to clean a kitchen, but seeing it sparkling and pretty makes me happy. The dining room, atContinueContinue reading “Out on the Porch”

Phantom Riders

Looking through my old writings, I happened upon this extremely rough poem I jotted down a few years ago. But I thought you might enjoy it anyway. PHANTOM RIDERS Far and away many years ago there were strange ghosts in an old, old bay. Phantom Riders named for their eery flight over the waters andContinueContinue reading “Phantom Riders”

Through the Trees . . .

Yesterday I was walking along Lake Bob on my way to my car, looking around at my lovely college and beautiful campus, thinking about my life here. Actually, mostly thinking about how I was accepted neither as an RA nor as a teen camp leader. Why? I couldn’t understand it. I loved this college soContinueContinue reading “Through the Trees . . .”

Childhood

Everyone has an ideal childhood in their imaginations. Does anyone in real life? Sometimes I wonder how many people are hiding things from their past. From their childhood. I know there is this new trend where people blame all their problems on childhood. My parents always warned me not to fall for that trap. IfContinueContinue reading “Childhood”