Why Once a Time a Time?
I’ve always done a lot of thinking - and a lot of remembering - in this brain of mine. I share the fruits of that thinking most effectively in writing, often in the form of stories.
When I was a little girl, before I’d learned the art of writing, however, I would avail the adults in my life with my stories and I’d begin with the (obviously misheard but adorably uttered) words, “Once a Time a Time…”
Category Archives: The personal development of Gina
From Housedress to Heroine: The Evolution of the Mature Woman
I adored my grandmother, and she adored me. In my youngest years, she was as much a mother to me as my mom, who needed to return to a full-time job once I started school. Grandma Bessie lived with us; … Continue reading
I Dream of Houses
I’m rather a fan of the way my mind works; in waking hours and sleeping hours alike. Awake (especially in the shower for some reason) I’ve been known to be an introspective, profound, problem-solving whiz. I bring a raw intelligence, … Continue reading
Embracing My Inner Storyteller – At Long Last
“The shortest distance between truth and a human being is a story.” ~ Anthony de Mello Beginning this year, I’ve vowed to shorten the distance between myself and others by telling more of my stories here on Once a Time … Continue reading
Choux Cake Challenge Accepted!
I did it! I recently opted-in to participate in a baking challenge on Baking on the 15th. The challenge works like this: Participants agree to bake the same recipe which has been selected in advance by the host. Each participant … Continue reading
Baking Up Some Personal Growth
Once a time a time, a young girl grew up in a house with a mom, a dad, a slew of siblings and a widowed grandma. Every Friday, that industrious grandma would bake loaves of her signature bread (also known … Continue reading
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