Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Dear Motherland: Thank you for your sizzling sun and unapologetic winds. Thank you for your complicated curvy streets and narrow passages. Thank you for your complex and diverse fragrances of honeysuckle, jasmine, roses, spice, food, compost and exhaust. Thank you for your diverse history with layers (literally) upon layers of architecture, revealing histories, peoples, conflicts,... Continue Reading →
It's summertime! As a teacher, my life runs on cycles. Fall---start of school. Winter break. Semester change. Spring break. SUMMER! I look forward to each stage as they all move me forward. And well, truth be told, I don't know anything different as I've been in the cycle of education since I was five, which... Continue Reading →
The task I assign a basic exercise in my art class at the beginning of the semester, where I have the students make a list of 20 things they love. It's personal and useful. This assignment was initially created to resolve the frequent phrase I hear whenever I assign a new art project: "I don't... Continue Reading →
Summer Solstice was a couple of days ago---the longest day of the year. The day I chase the light, spiritually, metaphorically, and sometimes literally. I get out there somewhere and watch the sun drop past the horizon. Her long lazy slow journey. It's like she's saying 'Hey there, isn't it nice out? I think I'll... Continue Reading →
This Angie Counios blog is a meandering of thoughts. Sometimes there is a destination and sometimes there isn't. Sometimes I talk about the food I ate yesterday and sometimes I talk about my author life---that life I'm trying to nurture and grow with all the love and effort of an attentive parent. And like a... Continue Reading →
Getting started.
I watched the clouds roll in from my window. Disappointment also rolled in. I wanted to see the moon rise. There are few things more gorgeous than a full moon rise on a prairie horizon. This was going to be the Full Pink Moon. Not sure who names them but that feels as soft as... Continue Reading →
How we did it then In early adulthood I began tending the seedling of wanderlust. There was a process in those days that is quite different than how travel occurs today. It looked like this: I'd either call or pop in to a travel agency. The individual would look on their computer and log books... Continue Reading →
The sky was a color so crisp that any sky-blue pencil crayon in a new pack would have to contend with the vibrancy. Wispy white clouds stroked the sky leaving cotton like smears buffing some spots and leaving others bare to blue. And as far as prairie horizons go this combination of white textured blue... Continue Reading →
I came across a post by Coffee and a Good Book on Facebook with a list of hopes in a meme. It read as follows: I hope you: find time this week to get really really quiet curl up in a big cozy chair and watch a movie you've seen a million times beforehug people... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 