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    <title>Gather: Articles by marie Pinschmidt</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 11:52:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>CHILDHOOD</title>
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      <description>Reading the posts on Gather has put me in an nostalgic mood. Here's a little poem I wrote some time ago. I'm not a poet but occasionally the muse speaks to me. Kushal's poem "The Gardener" reminded me . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:53:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-21T01:53:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DREAMS INTERRUPTED - CHAPTER TWO</title>
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      <description>Early the next morning, I went to the hospital anxious to see if there was continued iimprovement. Norm's father, who came immediately after my call, was to bring Lisa later for a visit. When Rick called . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:08:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T21:08:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DREAMS INTERRUPTED - A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS</title>
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      <description>For Elsie, et al. This is another excerpt from my memoir for the Holiday Season. The following from Chapter 19, soon after we adopted our 4 1/2 year old son: We were living in Ohio at the time. 
 December . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:24:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-18T01:24:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DREAMS INTERRUPTED - continued</title>
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      <description>He was hooked up to all the modern tools of life-saving when I approached his bed in the ICU wing. Nurses went about their duties of checking I.V., oxygen supply and monitors; their faces registering . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:31:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-12T18:31:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DREAMS INTERRUPTED</title>
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      <description>This is for Barbara H. and anyone else interested in memoir. I wrote this after my husband died.  Following is the beginning of the manuscript. Comments are welcome. I'm debating whether or not it . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 01:25:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-12T01:25:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>EXCERPT from SPANISH MOSS</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977939892</link>
      <description>Following is a brief excerpt from my latest book, SPANISH MOSS. 
 
 
 Page 202 
 
 
 Justin lay motionless in the sterile, unembellished room. His head rested on an un-rumpled pillow; a wrinkle-free . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:22:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977939892</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T01:22:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>THIRD NOVEL RELEASE</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977939766</link>
      <description>Some of you on Gather have asked to be notified when my latest novel became available. It can be purchased through all book stores, Amazon.com, B &amp; N. etc., also through my website  http://www.paintings-prose-palmbeach.com . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:57:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T23:57:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>TROPICAL DAYDREAMS</title>
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      <description>I watch swaying palm trees and cuddling coconuts 
 
 
 And see walnut and hickory nuts. 
 
 
 I admire the crotons but smell chrysanthemums. 
 
 
 I walk on green grass and my feet shuffle through . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:34:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T23:34:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>ODE TO A BUTTERFLY</title>
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      <description>Oh, to live as a butterfly 
 Flittering about all day 
 Amid lovely flowers of every kind 
 without a word to say. 
 Oh, to fly on gossamer wings 
 Under sunshine welcome and warm 
 Often teasing as I . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:29:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-13T02:29:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DRIFTING LEAF</title>
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      <description>If I could be a leaf 
 Drift on a quiet stream. 
 Glide over rocks and waterfalls 
 Perhaps stop awhile and dream. 
 Start before the snowflakes fall 
 Take my time as i go 
 End my journey where tradewinds . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:22:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-13T02:22:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>IN PRAISE OF MAZURKA by Aaron Lazar</title>
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      <description>MAZURKA promises a bumpy ride from the first sentence and the turbulance abates only briefly throughout the novel. The first chapters kept me reading until the wee hours of the morning and awake even . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:15:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-11T21:15:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflection</title>
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      <description>This is for Friday Writing Essential 
   
 Into a shallow pond I gazed and saw an azure sky 
 A tadpole moved its tiny tail stirring the clouds on high. 
 A trifle deeper I then peered, my face came . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 01:28:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-09T01:28:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Book Review: JUST A WORD by Rose Lamatt</title>
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      <description>I wasn't sure I wanted to read this book about Alzheimer's since I knew it would be sad, and perhaps bring back memories of my years as a caregiver. However, I did read it and I did shed some tears, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:15:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-05T21:15:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Time Spinning</title>
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      <description>The old man moved his rocker slowly back and forth, bach and forth, slowing with each effort. Although the temperature was warm, his lower body was covered with a lap robe. He was living in slow motion . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:02:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-30T13:02:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>July</title>
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      <description>July: Rest and relaxation, barbeque, picnics and a search for water.</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:36:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-30T12:36:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dream Visit</title>
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      <description>This is a dream I jotted down in 2002, two years after my husband died. I wrote it down because I seldom have vivid dreams, and I just found it among my "jottings".  
 I followed close behind a tall, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:11:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-30T12:11:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Book Review: HOUNDED -Truman's Story by Clifford Neal</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977750370</link>
      <description>First of all, I was not prepared to enjoy this book. However, I was taken in by the unique approach by the author to tell the story in a series of letters to a friend.  
 
 
 HOUNDED is . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 16:07:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-25T16:07:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Happy 4th. of July</title>
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      <description>I hope everyone is having a celebratory weekend, whether it be fireworks, picnics, attending parades, or quietoly meditating at home on our liberty here in the USA. Many are going through difficulties . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:08:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977729236</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-05T01:08:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Self-promotion</title>
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      <description>Hello, everyone. I hesitate to post since I've always been taught to let others "toot your horn". But, what the heck, I'm feeling reckless. 
 As some of you know, I have two published novels, "MAN ON . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:16:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977723228</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-28T00:16:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Far-Reaching Words - Letter From Iraq</title>
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      <description> This is an article that was accepted and printed on Associated Content.com. I thought you might be interested. Comments are welcome. 

  FAR-REACHING WORDS  

  A Letter from IRAQ  

      . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 18:54:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-14T18:54:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SAINTS AND LOVERS - Valentine's Day</title>
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      <description>Remember when we were kids and spent hours making valentine cards, and later the craft was forgotten because it was easier to buy them? And how excited we were to receive the red heart with a cupid's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:05:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977594074</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-14T02:05:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>THE GREEN TACKLE BOX</title>
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      <description>I opened the closet door and there sat my husband's scratched, abandoned and faded green tackle box. 

 A flood of memories came rushing out when I lifted the lid. This wasn't just any old . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 21:50:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-08T21:50:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Way a Bird Sings</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977573020</link>
      <description>  

   

 Marie Pinschmidt 

 471 Brackenwood Lane, N. 

 Palm Beach Gardens, Fl. 33418 

 Phone 561-624-9003 

 Email: 

    MariePin001@comcast.net    

 Web site: http://www.paintings-prose-palmbeach.com . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 02:21:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977573020</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-24T02:21:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Snippet</title>
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      <description>&amp;quot;She was as skinny as a plucked egret&amp;quot;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:15:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-19T17:15:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Snippet</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977567996</link>
      <description>&amp;quot;Heartbreak is like a paragraph that ends too abruptly.&amp;quot;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977567996</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-19T17:03:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Snippet - Freedom</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977551582</link>
      <description>&amp;quot;A jailer can imprison our bodies, but iron bars cannot contain our Soul&amp;quot;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 00:35:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977551582</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-03T00:35:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SEPARATION</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977308560</link>
      <description>                                                                                     . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 00:07:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977308560</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-12T00:07:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Willows in the Wind</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977272713</link>
      <description>I just re-read Edward Nudelman's article &amp;quot;Rolling the Stone Uphill&amp;quot;. What we write is usually triggered by a memory, something we read, or deeply felt experiences. Before I can write a poem, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 17:38:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977272713</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-01T17:38:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>GIVING BACK</title>
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      <description>I want to share an experience I had this week. I was invited to a Retirement Community to present a program on creativity - a &amp;quot;show and tell&amp;quot;, if you will. In the lovely, spacious lobby of the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 19:58:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977251368</guid>
      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-06T19:58:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>THE VISIT</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977231623</link>
      <description>Did you visit me today 

 As I walked upon the sand? 

 Was it the breeze that caressed my arm 

 Or was it the touch of your hand? 

 Was it your tender touch 

 That swept my hair behind my ear? 

 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 21:58:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>marie Pinschmidt</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-16T21:58:05Z</dc:date>
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