Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Peanut Butter

July 29, 2015


Spreading peanut butter on the toast, 

I am a painter 

using a palette knife

to build a thick layer of color on canvas

to evoke emotion. 

I turn the tip of my knife to leave a swirl

of protein packed paint on my whole wheat canvas. 


The drawing I left was a heart. My heart, 
it drawn in peanut butter. 

I gave it to my daughter, early morning. 

She grinned; she held it high,

as if Nana would see the decorated breakfast as she left for work. 

She watched proudly through the grand window,

hair in a messy braid slept on through her little girl dreams. 


mj goodman

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Brought tears to my eyes. Lovely !

J. Goodman

August 6, 2015

Thanks Mom! Sometimes I strict a chord. :)

Mary Jane Goodman-Giddens

September 1, 2015


Mary Jane Goodman-Giddens

October 16, 2015

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