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November = NaNoWriMo

I intended to write everyday when I created this blog. Of course, like most best laid intentions mine fell by the wayside. I thought I could manage to post a little something, even if just a short poem, everyday. However, it proved more difficult for me than I had first anticipated. Although, I think that has a lot to do with the fact that, to this day, I do a lot of my daily writing with a pen and pad of paper.

I started this blog in August of 2012. At that time, my daily responsibilities were relatively low. The kids were out of school for the summer. No one really had to get up or go to bed at any set time, most days. Therefore, I was able to get up in the morning, do a few things around the house, and write for a little while before anyone else was up to disturbed me.

However, as the month wore on, things started to add up. Our schedules started to become more rigid and we had to do all of those pre-school tasks (such as physicals, dental cleanings, shopping for clothes and supplies, etc.). Then, of course, school started back up – for everyone, including me. All of a sudden, everything became about the clock and calendar. It was strict mealtimes, bathing routines, and bedtimes. It was fighting with people to get out of bed in the morning, praying we didn’t miss the bus, and driving children to school when they did.

All of a sudden, the to-do list got longer and my available time got much shorter. Then, before I knew it, it was November and I had no time to spare. I had commitments to fulfill.

I participated, and won – if you like, NaNoWriMo this year. It was my first time participating, but I have to admit that writing 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days takes up all of your spare time, and then some time you don’t even have to spare. I was running, for most of the month, on only a few hours of sleep per day just to find a little time to write. I also have to admit that I didn’t always find the time I wanted and needed – if any at all.

On Thanksgiving (which was also my 36th birthday), my computer crashed due to a failed update. I lost everything, including the 40,000+ word rough draft I had already completed for my final NaNoWriMo submission. I was ready to crawl into a cave and hibernate until spring. However, after some whining and complaining, I pushed on (with even less sleep and motivation than before), and rewrote the entire draft finishing on the final day, with one hour to spare, at just under 51,000 words.

When the contest was over I had won, but I was seriously behind on housework, schoolwork, and most everything else in my life – including sleep. When I woke up from my much needed, and deserved, two-day nap, I realized (sadly) that I had not written in my blog for over a month.

All I can say is I hope to do better, and I hope you keep reading about my foils.

All my best,

Raven

November

November by Raven Hawk

The air is cool,

and the sky is bright – at night.

The frequent rain is ice cold,

and mornings are dark and dreary,

It is hard to start the day

 when it looks like it is time for bed.

I toss and turn, not finding sleep

when the sky is so bright at night.

What a topsy-turvy world

daylight savings time creates.

Frosted leaves crunch under our feet

with each and every step we take.

Windows full of steam and fog

turn into frosty ice paintings.

Occasionally, white flakes float around,

raining down on the earth

It is too soon for the snow to stay,

but not to foreshadow the blizzards of winter.

Autumn

Today is the first day of autumn, my favorite time of the year. I love everything about the season – the leaves changing color, the smells of home cooking (especially sweet treats), cool mornings and warm afternoons, picnics, apple picking, carving pumpkins, and baking pies.

This afternoon, my son carved a small pumpkin and cooked the seeds. Tonight, we put the little smiling pumpkin on the stairs to our front porch and placed a lit candle inside. Unfortunately, it is also raining tonight. I hope I’ll be able to take some pictures of it tomorrow night.

On Monday, I plan to do a little shopping for decorations. We’ve lived in our current home for two years now, and I plan to deck everything out for the season this year. I’m hoping to pick up some seasonal window dressings, and a few centerpieces or wall hangings. I’m also hoping to find seasonal scented candles or room fresheners.

Another thing to celebrate this season – a few birthdays and Thanksgiving.

So, in honor of the Autumnal Equinox, a brief, free verse poem.

 

Autumn by Raven Hawk

The world turns cold,

as it prepares for winter hibernation.

The leaves change color,

making the skyline aglow – as if on fire.

The nights turn colder,

but the days remain warm.

Rain begins to fall,

often chilling us to the bone.

We begin to bake in our crock-pots,

and the smells pleasure our senses.

We eat hearty stews and pumpkin pies,

enjoying the comfort they bring.

We switch out our wardrobes,

exchanging bathing suits for sweaters.

We start spending Sunday afternoons

curled up under blankets reading

– or watching tv.

Welcome to the end of harvesting.

Welcome to afternoon apple picking.

Welcome to Autumn,

the best season in the year.

September

Today is the first day of September. I enjoy this time of year, but not simply because we have a long weekend for Labor Day. This is the time of year when the days are still warm and the nights are cool. It’s not quite fall yet, but the mornings still remind us that the change of season is very near.

September mornings are filled with an abundance of dew, and the nights are foggy and cloudy – making it difficult to view the moon and stars most of the time. The leaves aren’t really changing color yet, but we know we’ll soon be seeing the red, orange, and yellow foliage that makes the trees look all aglow (like firelight). With that comes the leaf-peepers and our tourist welcoming behavior.

Baking gears up at my home, and many others in the area. We’re making casseroles, soups, and stews for dinner, or to freeze for quick meals in the coming days ahead. My children and I have pot roast, cooked in the crock-pot, at least once a week. We have chicken potpie, chicken and dumplings, and meatloaf regularly too. I make BBQ Meatloaf topped with bacon – yum! It’s time for warm hearty dinners, and baking pies.

Soon, we’ll be picking apples for pies, sauce, and special treats because nothing says autumn like the smell of spiced apples and pumpkin pie, except maybe the colorful leaves all around. Soon, we’ll put up our lawnmowers and get our shovels and snow blowers out. We’re also starting to think about winter clothes, so we’ll be packing up our bathing suits and shorts as well.

Rushing headlong into fall, those of us who live here in New England are simply in love with Mother Nature and the glory she provides.

Cheers,

Raven

Shakepeare

My next class begins Tuesday, September 4. It’s a Lit class devoted to Shakespeare. I have to say, I’m excited beyond measure. Yes, I know – I’m a nerd.

The instructor, Brian, seems very cool. I always enjoy classes where the instructor doesn’t place him or herself too much above the adult students he or she is teaching. Of course they know more about the subject than we usually do, which is why they’re teaching and we’re paying to learn from them. However, I’m too old to feel like a second grade school girl worrying about stepping out of line in class. This is precisely why I prefer instructors who feel, to some degree, that they are peers with knowledge to share and not superior intellectuals to be bowed down to.

In this particular case, the instructor is already making efforts to make the class fun and entertaining, such as podcasts instead of long written lectures (I’m an online student). We’ll be reading and discussing four of Shakespeare’s plays over the course of eight weeks. The first is A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

With Much Respect,

Raven

Lasagna

Lasagna, an article by Raven Hawk

I have never had any formal cooking lessons, and I have never wanted to be a chef. I don’t cook anything particularly gourmet, but I do cook reasonably well. As a mother of four growing boys, I have to be able to put an edible finished product on the table each night (and reasonably fast). Meals have to taste good too. If I can’t do that, someone is going to chew my arm off.

When I was growing up, we ate traditional family meals; nothing extravagant or exceedingly fancy. We ate a lot of casseroles and simple meals that consisted of a vegetable, meat, and instant mashed potatoes (or very dry white rice). We didn’t eat a lot of deserts, but when we did we had home-made fruit pies. My mother was pretty famous, within our extended family, for her strawberry-rhubarb pie. She even grew her own strawberries and rhubarb in our back yard.

I always thought that my mother learned to cook, clean, and take care of her home and children from her mother. Growing up, I thought people taught their children trades and life skills so that when they were grown they would be able to pass those skills on to their own children, and theirs, and theirs, and theirs forever. I didn’t know if that was true or not, but I do know my mother was always too busy to teach me anything (even when I asked). So, I learned everything by trial and error – especially cooking.

In the beginning, I used cook books and I failed miserably. Nothing tasted like it should taste, and nothing looked like it should look. I didn’t understand the directions. I confused abbreviations for ingredients, such as teaspoon and tablespoon, and I didn’t know the difference between baking soda and baking powder. I didn’t know why recipes specified special vinegars or sugars, and I mixed up spices all the time. I should have given up, but my father taught me not to be a quitter.

Image that very first batch of chocolate chip cookies I made when I was ten. I distinctly recall, to this day, measuring out the Tablespoon of baking soda and coarse salt, instead of the teaspoon the recipe called for. Boy were they fluffy! I served them after dinner with huge glasses of milk thinking I’d made prize winning cookies. I was all smiles and full of pride at my wonderful accomplishment, and on my first try, only to be crushed to a sobbing wreck as my father spit his first bite back out declaring them, “the worst cookies he had EVER tasted.”

Over time, I got better at reading the instructions. I learned some tricks and I even learned how to adjust the recipes some. Then, one Christmas I was given a cookbook that actually explained things like basting and broiling, which helped more than I can ever give it credit (or the person who gave it to me). However, there is still one thing that I don’t cook, something that I refuse to cook. One thing, that after all this time, all these years of trial and error, I am still a complete failure at.

I don’t cook IT because I have never been able to get it right. Simply put, my attempts at lasagna have always come out either too soupy or way too dry. I’ve tried dozens of recipes and I’ve even tried doctoring them up. I simply can’t make a lasagna that you can cut into and pull out a beautiful square of saucy, meaty, cheesy noodle perfection, unless it’s cold and straight out of the refrigerator (which is cheating, by the way). So … I just don’t try at all anymore.

Instead … I improvise.

I don’t make lasagna, instead I make lasagna roll ups. I make stuffed noodle deliciousness filled with meats and cheeses and topped with sauce, and … It Is Perfection! I may not be able to make the perfect lasagna, but I can make something that tastes, smells, and has all of the same great ingredients as lasagna (and it’s better because it can be single serving size).

For those of you struggling in lasagna hell, like I have been for years. Throw away the recipes, the no-cook, no-boil noodles, and all of the tips and tricks from your family and friends that never work for you anyway. I have your solution. It’s Lasagna Roll-Ups, and now you can make lasagna too.

Recipe (makes 4)

Ingredients

1/4 lb extra lean ground beef

(or ground turkey, or a mix of pork, beef and/or turkey)

3 tablespoons chopped onion (optional)

(can also sauté diced bell pepper and/or garlic)

1 jar (14-oz.) tomato pasta sauce

1 egg white

1/2 cup ricotta cheese

2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese

1 teaspoon dried oregano leaves

3/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese (3 oz)

4 (8×2 1/2-inch) frozen precooked lasagna noodles, thawed

(or cook 4 noodles, drain)

1 cup fresh baby spinach leaves, washed, stems removed

Instructions

Heat oven to 350°F. In an 8-inch skillet, cook beef and onion over medium-high heat, until beef is thoroughly cooked, stirring frequently; drain. Stir in 1/2 cup of the pasta sauce. Remove from heat.

In bottom of ungreased 8-inch square (2-quart) glass baking dish, spread 3 tablespoons of the remaining pasta sauce.

In medium bowl, beat egg white. Stir in ricotta cheese, Parmesan cheese, oregano and 1/2 cup of the mozzarella cheese.

Spread 1/4 each of ricotta mixture, spinach leaves and beef mixture over each lasagna noodle. Starting with short side, gently and loosely roll each noodle; place seam side down over sauce in baking dish.

Top roll-ups with remaining sauce. Cover with foil. Bake 30 to 40 minutes or until bubbly and thoroughly heated. Remove foil; sprinkle with remaining 1/4 cup mozzarella cheese. Bake an additional 2 to 4 minutes or until cheese is melted. Let stand 5 minutes before serving.

Family Day

For Kyle and Jadyn, with love from Auntie M

Four years, seven months, and four days of insecurity

August 28, 2012: Adopted today

My family gains two siblings: Kyle and Jadyn

In my heart forever they will stay

Loved and adored forevermore

You’re safe now

Dan and Rose’s grandchildren

Another happy ending

You’re finally home

CatTalk

Cat Talk by Raven Hawk

I like milk,

I like ham,

but most of all

I like hanging with the fam … ily.

I’m treated like a KING,

as well I should be,

and I roam the house

at night with ease.

Humans love me,

and for that reason

I am free.

Bliss

Bliss by Raven Hawk

Oh, how I ache for you.

I see you there,

across the room – with her.

You call to me

without a word.

I avoid you.

Circling the edge of the party,

there is casual conversation and meaningless words.

I only care for you.

I only came for you,

but I stay away because

you are not mine.

You are hers,

and if I were to hold you now,

to even be close enough to touch –

I might behave disgracefully.

The time has come.

The toast.

The cheers.

I debate if I dare,

Then I take a slice

After all – how can I refuse

Chocolate Cake

Childlike Joy

Childlike Joy by Raven Hawk

I sit and watch

my boys play

hide and seek with

ball or toy

games. I once knew

of the way

to go and have

fun and joy.

Summer

Summer by Raven Hawk

Summer sun and

beach of sand can

withstand long days.

Sunshine rays down

and haze in early morning can be found.

Kids run and play.

Some yell, “Hey, look!”

when jays fly by.

Long days die late,

say “bye” to friends under the stars.

Diamond Diamonds

Diamond Diamonds, and Essay by Raven Hawk

I

used

to work in

a jewelry store.

I was the top sales

man, or should I say

sales girl. Because I had

never been big on fancy jewelry

and big fancy gemstones before I

started working there, I was more fond

of the colorful stones. In fact, I hated diamonds.

They were colorless and lackluster, or so I thought.

The longer I worked at Goodfellows Fine Jewelers, the

more I learned about these precious gems, and now I know

diamonds are not a women’s best friend, but they are a man’s.

Men give women diamonds to say they love them, to get themselves

out of trouble, and to even relive memories. Sometimes men give diamonds

as bribes and sometimes to make themselves look wealthier or cooler than they

are. Women accept diamonds knowing what they are – flashy rocks. Diamonds

are also the best friend of the African continent, where more than half of all of

the world’s diamond-mining takes place. Rough mined diamonds can either be

polished and cut for gems to put in necklaces and rings, or used in industry

because diamonds are the hardest natural substance mankind knows

about. Gem quality diamonds are rare. Industrial diamonds are a

dime a dozen, and are used to cut granite, drill oil, polish and

grind all forms of material. The only known limitation

industrial diamonds have is that they react oddly

when they come into  contact with iron at

high temperatures (in fact diamonds turn

to graphite under such conditions).

So you love them or hate them,

flash them on your wrist or

cut grave markers with

them – a diamond

is a man’s best

friend

!

A Blog and A Beginning

I’m new to blogging, but I decided to jump in feet first and simply submerse myself in the idea of it. I recently completed a class, Intro to Creative Writing, and it seems to me that blogging is just something all aspiring writers do now. In fact, even many well-known, published authors blog these days. So, if my instructor was determined to convince my classmates and I that writing “every day” was vital to our identity (and ability) as writers, then I have to take the leap and assume that blogging is also par for the course.

Fumbling through the options of available blog sites today, and there are plenty, made my head spin. Some blog sites are completely free. Some blog sites are free, but have paid upgraded levels that offer more features. Some blog sites are initially free, but most of the features are locked and inaccessible unless you are a paid member. Then, there are other sites that boast that they can pay you – through advertising (the more people you attract to your blog the more you get paid). Of course, I just want something simple; simple to set up, simple to understand, simple to use, and simple to personalize a little so it doesn’t look like every other blog on the site.

Although, sifting through the blogosphere was a challenge today, I knew that if I procrastinated I would probably never create a blog at all. I was determined to get it done because if I waited until tomorrow I would drag my feet and come up with reasons why I didn’t have the time to blog. I’m really too busy, you know – house work, school work, work-work, then there is everything I do for my kids (and their friends) – including driving them to the ends of the earth and back each day. I would excuse myself from creating a blog because of time or errands if I didn’t create one today.

Well, now I have one. There can’t be any more excuses. I have to use it. I can make it an obligation to myself – to be a better writer, even to be a better mother or advocate by venting frustration in a place other than at my children. One thing I do know, I have every intention of blogging now, and frequently, while I get a real understanding of what this new way of communicating is all about.

All my best,

Raven