Showing posts with label joan reese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joan reese. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.— Thích Nhất Hạnh

 

Saturday, February 18, 2023

A rose in a desert can only survive on its strength, not its beauty.

A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

~ William Carlos Williams

 

Friday, March 15, 2019

You are never alone. You are eternally connected with everyone.

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From my viewpoint, I believe in a greater spiritual power, far greater than I am, from which I have gained strength in moments of despair or fear. That's what I believe, and it is very strong when I sit meditating by the sea.     Joan Reese


Thursday, January 10, 2019

The atmosphere sets the mood.

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A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live.     
Bertrand Russell

Friday, December 28, 2018

“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.”

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Let our New Year's resolution be this: 
we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word. 
Goran Persson


Monday, February 13, 2017

Do you remember "The Little Rascals" dog, Petey?

Remember Petey the dog from The Little Rascals? The little boy on the right was my father.
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Fishtown kids weren't hungry                                
We played, then dined on soup.             
We sailed the Soupy Island Boat for free.                    

Dad worked the fishery; earning a small salary            
Dads drank in the brewery  Moms convened on marble stoops.
Fishtown kids weren't hungry.                              

Summer days, sailing the Delaware, carefree
Can't call a Fishtown kid a dupe           
We sailed the Soupy Island Boat for free.   

We landed at Red Bank, New Jersey; climbed trees,              
Rode the carousel, swam; fifty kids in our group.                 
Fishtown kids weren't hungry.                               

We thought the soup savory  One might disagree   
America was feeding us on her trusty sloop.                      
We sailed the Soupy Island Boat for free.         

In 1945, rent overdue: Not to worry!    
We had each other  we shared our bread and soup.                 
Fishtown kids weren't hungry                    
We sailed the Soupy Island Boat for free.
            by Joan Reese        

Friday, December 9, 2016

Museum Prints by "New York City Artist" "Joan Reese"

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Beautiful prints by "New York City Artist" "Joan Reese" available on canvas, framed prints, housewares,tote bags, shower curtains, towels, i phone covers, mugs and more...http://joan-reese.pixels.com

Monday, November 14, 2016

Trump Presidency - Episode One

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When America closes its doors, so does everybody else.
We are the primary engine of growth in the world
and we are the only beacon of free trade left, and open markets.
 Jon Huntsman, Jr. (R)

Friday, May 13, 2016

Apollo Theater Honors Prince

Prince first played the Apollo in March 1993, an invitation-only gig with most of the tickets given to Harlem community groups. The incomparable Prince will be honored June 2016 with his induction into the Apollo Theater’s Walk of Fame.
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out
For something new, that means you too

             By Prince

Friday, April 17, 2015

Kiddies love Blue-Eyed-Kitty!

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A Kitten   Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose. 

Saturday, April 4, 2015

When circumstances force us to change....

“When one door closes, another door opens; but we so often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.”
Alexander Graham Bell
On March 26, I have just returned from a ten-day trip. I thought I'd get a bite to eat and come home and rest. I walked down East Seventh Street in the East Village, where I live; turned the corner and started to walk up St. Mark's place.  I heard a huge blast: It sounded like two Mack trucks smashing into each other.  People started to run towards the blast, I didn't, I knew whatever it was it was bad.
 I walked back to my apartment and called a friend who told me to hurry, pack a bag and get out of there. While I was packing, the police rang my bell and told me to vacate. I looked out the window it was smokey and the smell reminded me of 9/11. We lost three buildings that day and over a hundred people lost their homes and two people lost their lives.  Many times I have complained about how small my apartment is and the fact that I have to walk up four flights to get to it.  Now, I'm thankful I have a roof over my head and I pray that the people who lost their homes will be helped to find new ones. This showed me that it doesn't matter how old you are or what your circumstances are in life you never know what tomorrow will bring.   So, I try to live my life to the fullest and not sweat the small stuff. 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Thursday, December 12, 2013

An Original gift that will last a lifetime!

What is the most unique gift you can give that special woman in your life? A gift that every time she wears it she will think of you. She will be the only one in the world that possesses this gift.
One-of-a-kind, hand-painted silk scarf by New York City artist Joan Reese.
Order one today in time to receive it for Christmas.
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