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Rachel Sloan, writer, Rider, Creative

A poem

Going through some old papers I found this written note, given to me years ago by a loving friend. I understand why I kept it. It always brings to light the question of within. Outside, what is obvious is. Within, so that it can speak itself in the fullness of day, become intoxicated with light,…

Ancestry – something from the past

Recently, in my writing practice I was using the prompt, write about a recipe or cookware that was handed down to you. Well, I don’t really have ancestry in my cooking or cookware. So when I came across Hdubki (ha-dub-kee), I knew this is what I had been longing for; a recipe that had been…

Memory of Dancing.

My last memory of dancing was at my best friend’s wedding. After 55 years, my cousin Beth finally met the woman of her dreams, her true soul mate. We never thought either of us would get married. But there she was several years ago, pulling me aside to say, “I am going to propose to…

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