Welcome to another edition of Open Book Blog Hop. This week’s question is: “Besides writing, what other ‘subjects’ are you good at?” You can read the full post at the…
Dad, Fats, and Me by Abbie Johnson Taylor #SundaySurprise #PoetryPlace #Inspiration
Happy Father’s Day! In loving memory of my dad, who will have been gone ten years this August, here’s a poem I wrote years ago about something he and I…
Slices of a Dad’s Life by Abbie Johnson Taylor #FantasticFridayReads #Memoir #ReadingWithTheAuthors
I was drawn to this book after hearing an interview with Kwame Alexander on National Public Radio’s Fresh Air. I like how he uses poetry, prose, and recipes to share…
After Rain by Abbie Johnson Taylor #SixSentenceStoryThursdayLinkUp #WritingPrompts #Author’sCorner
I like to walk outdoors after it has been raining. The air smells so sweet. The breeze feels so cool. You can read the full post at the link below….
S Is for Swimming by Abbie Johnson Taylor #TuesdayTidbit #Life’sAlphabet #Author’sCorner
When I was growing up in Tucson, Arizona, there were plenty of places where my family could swim. We often used a local park’s wading pool. Next to it was…
A One-Night Stand and an Affair? by Abbie Johnson Taylor #MondayMusings #OpenBookBlogHop #Author’sCorner
Welcome to another edition of Open Book Blog Hop. This week’s question is: “How do you keep from overthinking your story?” I’m not sure what is meant by overthinking a…
A Poignant Novel About Death by Abbie Johnson Taylor #FantasticFridayReads #Fiction #ReadingWithTheAuthors
A book group in which I participated recently discussed We All Want Impossible Things. The book’s subject of death drew me to it. Having lost a husband, both parents and…
An Interesting Discovery by Abbie Johnson Taylor #SixSentenceThursdaylinkUp #WritingPrompts #Author’sCorner
I was walking along the beach when I spotted a box at the water’s edge. I stopped, but remembering the song about the mysterious thing in a box someone found…
Green Lawn by Abbie Johnson Taylor #WednesdayWords #Inspiration #PoetryPlace
As a child of five or six, I watched Mother push the mower back and forth across the grass. Afterward, I ran, rolled, drank in the scent. You can read…
R is for Radio #TuesdayTidbit #Life’sAlphabet #AuthorsThey’reOnlyHuman
In this digital age, I wonder how many people still use radios. I rarely do, now that I have a smart speaker that can play the stations to which I…
