When wildflowers peek
through the damp, leafy, forest floor,
windows are flung wide open
welcoming in the cool, lake breezes
and the strong, long-awaited smells of spring
in the land’s reawakening.
The thawing corral is heavy
with sweet-smelling muck
flung here and there
by high-spirited ponies.
Impatient to walk barefoot
across the newly sprung lawn
still emerging from the cold ground,
I make tracks across the yard
to the edge of the bluff and back,
coating my toes in mud and early grass.
Spreading spring throughout the house.
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Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it.
And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years.
I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books.
But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner where I sold vintage items I found over the years of thrift and yard sales.
After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction:
Just West of the Midwest: a comedy
(Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.)
Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood
(Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.)
I've also written children's stories and continue to write short fiction, but have recently found my voice in poetry.
This blog, however, is where my greatest passion comes alive.
I am also a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (23) and Sophia (21) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
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