each morning i cry til there’s nothing left
mourning a life that’s not yet dead
heaving up tears til my body shakes
empty of giving and desperate to take
time with my love and time with myself
time in the world and time on the shelf
time to write and time to sleep
with long, sweet dreams I wake to seek
with quiet days and peaceful nights
and ever some adventure in our sights
but death so often takes its time
so i must stop this silly crying
and keep my focus on what’s ahead
and live each day the best i can
for even on empty, my heart remains full
for I know as one fades, the other will fill.
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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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