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Inspirational and informative items. Unless otherwise noted, all items posted here are written and copyrighted by Linda Ann Nickerson. <br><br> <i>"But let all who take refuge in You be glad. Let them ever sing for joy. Spread Your protection over them, that those who love Your Name may rejoice in You." (Psalm 51:11)</i></b>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Linda - Nickers and Ink)Blogger372125All content copyrighted by author, unless marked otherwise.Arts/LiteratureReligion & Spirituality/ChristianityComedyKids & FamilyBusinesstag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-4495246669014331831Sun, 22 Jan 2012 03:08:00 +00002012-01-21T21:15:01.163-06:00yardsecretspeoplelimericksrelationshipsmannersspringauthenticityPoetrygardenBlooming or Assuming?Lines Adorned Where Care’s Been Scorned Her blouse hides a tiny tattooOf pansies in yellow and blue –But under the ink,The heart, it may shrink,As green overtakes every hue. Each warm ray that on her is shedBrings withering rancor instead.Her petals may streakTo answer her pique,As bloom turns to gloom freely said. Still simpler gardens may call,Whose blossoms stand regal andhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/FGXA8TRlwAg/blooming-or-assuming.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7zjCkcQR2bPA0gfCGDNuCAWE3T4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7zjCkcQR2bPA0gfCGDNuCAWE3T4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7zjCkcQR2bPA0gfCGDNuCAWE3T4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7zjCkcQR2bPA0gfCGDNuCAWE3T4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/blooming-or-assuming.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-3893305434330681279Sun, 22 Jan 2012 02:06:00 +00002012-01-21T20:06:04.259-06:00limerickspatriotismelectionsvotingvaluesSatirecandidatespoliticsPoetryamerica<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/RqJCrKbsH_Y/stop-drop-and-stroll.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eWXu1nElsW3K5uP8RGjbo98XDgU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eWXu1nElsW3K5uP8RGjbo98XDgU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eWXu1nElsW3K5uP8RGjbo98XDgU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eWXu1nElsW3K5uP8RGjbo98XDgU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-drop-and-stroll.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-3143973950275132314Mon, 16 Jan 2012 23:51:00 +00002012-01-16T17:54:52.171-06:00forgivenessvideosmartyrshonorsocietyelectionshopeholidaysamericaabuseToday is Martin Luther King Day in the United States, a national holiday honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929 - 1968), a most memorable civil rights leader and spiritual statesman. To mark this occasion, instead of posting a poem, I'm including the full video of Dr. King's often-cited "I Have a Dream" speech, which he delivered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC, on http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/b4GUAbpj9Pg/let-freedom-ring.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VCdfh1VaKfqblTNZyNf1n1FFVr4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VCdfh1VaKfqblTNZyNf1n1FFVr4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VCdfh1VaKfqblTNZyNf1n1FFVr4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VCdfh1VaKfqblTNZyNf1n1FFVr4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-freedom-ring.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-6977598490966904358Fri, 06 Jan 2012 21:59:00 +00002012-01-06T16:03:01.932-06:00commutingdrivinglimericksdemocraticchangegovernmentcandidatespoliticsPoetryamericaWhat’s in a Name? Here in Wisconsin, a certain group of folks are trying to gather as many signatures as they can to recall the state Governor. The deadline for petitions is coming up in just under two weeks. Petition-wielding Badger State denizens are standing outside their parked cars in public places in the balmiest Wisconsin weather for January, holding up placards and urging motorists to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/KsVGrWz5ad4/whats-in-name.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82DlgW_2cVaLq8lZUgzwgPBcZFQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82DlgW_2cVaLq8lZUgzwgPBcZFQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82DlgW_2cVaLq8lZUgzwgPBcZFQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/82DlgW_2cVaLq8lZUgzwgPBcZFQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-in-name.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-5035004394944623602Thu, 22 Dec 2011 17:07:00 +00002011-12-25T21:10:35.498-06:00friendsfamilyholidaysChristmas Merry Christmas from Nickers and Ink! You won't find a plethora of poetic posts on Nickers and Ink this month, because I'm blogging my little heart out at Heart of a Ready Writer - doing my own Advent A to Z Challenge. I invite you to check it out! And have a very merry Christmas! http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/TFLrpPY41s0/merry-christmas-from-nickers-and-ink.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb_sevP09aAgeEgVmFhdMuegoo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb_sevP09aAgeEgVmFhdMuegoo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb_sevP09aAgeEgVmFhdMuegoo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb_sevP09aAgeEgVmFhdMuegoo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-nickers-and-ink.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-2608399346714868534Thu, 01 Dec 2011 16:06:00 +00002011-12-01T10:19:15.817-06:00internet safetyeditorscomputerscareersinterneteditingapplicationswritingPoetryanimalsDodging the Panda  (for all my AC/YCN friends) We’re moving to a new domain.The reasoning is fairly plain.Since Panda left us in the dust,No longer do we page views trust. Since February, we have mourned,As Google has our readers scorned.The Panda buried titles deepWith writers crying, “Bleepity-bleep!” Yahoo! Let’s take another chanceAnd maybe do our happy dance.May hyperlinks uplift our http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/-ayfSidrn7k/dodging-panda.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DE0r2mKdxpM69aaqKk9Gd0Co2fY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DE0r2mKdxpM69aaqKk9Gd0Co2fY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DE0r2mKdxpM69aaqKk9Gd0Co2fY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DE0r2mKdxpM69aaqKk9Gd0Co2fY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/dodging-panda.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-1407968817640950030Sat, 26 Nov 2011 14:22:00 +00002011-11-26T08:32:23.281-06:00budgetswintershoppinglifestyleconsumer informationholidaysChristmascookingPoetryhomeFrantic, or Pedantic? Congratulations all around! We survived another Black Friday, just in time for Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday. My Christmas tree is up. The Advent calendar hangs in the kitchen, eagerly awaiting the first day of December. But my to-do list continues to grow, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Shop Amazon's Christmas Corner - Holiday decor, tableware, and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/jKYa6bt8UVU/frantic-or-pedantic.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-kSQmuhgidOXrcJsWK0eDEYD7U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-kSQmuhgidOXrcJsWK0eDEYD7U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-kSQmuhgidOXrcJsWK0eDEYD7U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9-kSQmuhgidOXrcJsWK0eDEYD7U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/frantic-or-pedantic.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-181053309956458105Sat, 08 Oct 2011 16:46:00 +00002011-10-20T13:32:12.388-05:00parentingstepfamiliesfamilyauthenticitychildrenPoetrymarriagecontrol freaksabuseRing Around the Cozy:Poetic Spin on Next of Kin   A lively link that’s sure to shrinkTo cast the others out,The circle dances on the brinkAnd tosses blame about. The starter of the game may fearInclusion casts a spell.And so he plants himself premierWith ever-shriller yell. The merrymaking song he singsIts melody has lost.For she who still may wear his ringsOutside the arc is tossed. No longer http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/8tmYrtAAAis/ring-around-cozy-poetic-spin-on-next-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aYFxo2Ux3THKbl5UWAFm8LMKKc0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aYFxo2Ux3THKbl5UWAFm8LMKKc0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aYFxo2Ux3THKbl5UWAFm8LMKKc0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aYFxo2Ux3THKbl5UWAFm8LMKKc0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ring-around-cozy-poetic-spin-on-next-of.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-8430252824060897686Fri, 16 Sep 2011 15:07:00 +00002011-10-20T13:51:15.012-05:00sportshorseshorseback ridinghaikuhealthexercisewordplayPoetryequestriananimalsHurry Up, HealingA Senryu for Mending Past Due Have you ever broken a bone or two? One of my favorite horses tossed me in the dirt about six weeks ago.This practically perfect pony went from plum tuckered out to a boisterous buck-fest in a heartbeat, as a hornet stung him. And I went flying. In fact, we had to toss my equestrian safety helmet, which was cracked. Stumbling to my feet and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/LB17wj7S8Dc/hurry-up-healing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jGdafngZWXNJL3u0GrGYnGvkK0I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jGdafngZWXNJL3u0GrGYnGvkK0I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jGdafngZWXNJL3u0GrGYnGvkK0I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jGdafngZWXNJL3u0GrGYnGvkK0I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/hurry-up-healing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-7406841218982426472Fri, 05 Aug 2011 17:11:00 +00002011-10-20T13:52:21.952-05:00datinglimericksbeautysocietyrelationshipsmannershumilityauthenticitylovePoetryEgo DripA Limericked Brush with an Unreturned Crush A love-smitten guy was irateAnd worked himself into a state.He strutted and roared,But still, she ignored –His ego to under-inflate. He fancied the belle of the ball,But she refused for him to fall.She turned on her heel,Denied his appeal.Perhaps ‘twas not love after all. A mirror may fib to convinceThe lustiest lad he’s a prince.Such looks may http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/35TZfGisV5M/ego-drip-limericked-brush-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRo9MEOnYBW9pyJ2zFpB5Q4QfGU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRo9MEOnYBW9pyJ2zFpB5Q4QfGU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRo9MEOnYBW9pyJ2zFpB5Q4QfGU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRo9MEOnYBW9pyJ2zFpB5Q4QfGU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/ego-drip-limericked-brush-with.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-1551278997469107833Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:36:00 +00002011-10-20T13:53:22.551-05:00limericksrelationshipsstepfamiliesdomestic violenceauthenticityPoetrycontrol freaksanimalsangerabuseFlyer DrillA Limericked Shove on Rising Above A woman who loved a good thrillPlunged into the fire untilA true breach of trustLeft “Done” in the dust.A louder bird shrieked ever shrill. His crowings ignited a blaze,Desiring her feathers to faze.Like phoenix of old,She’d rise again, bold,Perhaps even self to amaze. Her smoldering wings fluttered frail,And still on the skies she would sail.Each http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/ZMS_Q1bPQ4Q/flyer-drill-limericked-shove-on-rising.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iz-NSmHqbAzOjBIwC-aQ6k1O2Fs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iz-NSmHqbAzOjBIwC-aQ6k1O2Fs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iz-NSmHqbAzOjBIwC-aQ6k1O2Fs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iz-NSmHqbAzOjBIwC-aQ6k1O2Fs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/flyer-drill-limericked-shove-on-rising.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-6713152536847159357Wed, 13 Jul 2011 17:22:00 +00002011-10-20T13:54:36.580-05:00high schooletiquettemannersmusichealthsummerholidayscourtesyHumoramericaDrumming Up Trouble My brain, it explodes with percussion.No medicine works. I have tried.It feels like I have a concussion.I’m mopping up tears I have cried. The throbbing is downright confounding.My windows, they rattle beside.But wait! I’ve discovered what’s pounding.A drum corps rehearses outside. Who welcomed these marchers to gather,To practice formations untried?I’m working myself to a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/Tgml7TKKHOw/drumming-up-trouble.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhgAGYGklrfduWvLmCN-iKGnvRc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhgAGYGklrfduWvLmCN-iKGnvRc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhgAGYGklrfduWvLmCN-iKGnvRc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhgAGYGklrfduWvLmCN-iKGnvRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/drumming-up-trouble.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-4041892630322906405Mon, 04 Jul 2011 19:54:00 +00002011-07-04T14:54:41.518-05:00etiquettealcoholcontrolmannersauthenticitycookingcontrol freaksangerabusePositively Punchy I’m not gonna bathe in your potions.Don’t offer your poison fruit punch.Not sure where you picked up such notions,Although I have one certain hunch. Your pontifications amuse not.You argue on topics agreed.What happens when you’re out of earshotAnd others may freely proceed? How bitter the brew you have boiled.The cauldron, it hisses and steams.And yet the concoction is http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/FfSVD4BKx98/positively-punchy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7k7INNKoFWtNrkNjvW3o5mpETfQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7k7INNKoFWtNrkNjvW3o5mpETfQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7k7INNKoFWtNrkNjvW3o5mpETfQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7k7INNKoFWtNrkNjvW3o5mpETfQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/positively-punchy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-1183343404239057609Fri, 24 Jun 2011 22:30:00 +00002011-06-24T17:30:54.286-05:00careersemploymentlimericksworkingdogsholidayswritingPoetrycontrol freaksanimals<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/PXq91LvC3Us/dog-on-job-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhunEioW24utHbOIbbyLTUuvDQk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhunEioW24utHbOIbbyLTUuvDQk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhunEioW24utHbOIbbyLTUuvDQk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BhunEioW24utHbOIbbyLTUuvDQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/dog-on-job-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-7291667888905725104Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:54:00 +00002011-06-16T09:36:36.699-05:00outdoorsyardideasdogsPoetrypetshomegardenanimalsangerBloomin’ Mad Man’s best friends, our dog and cat,Can stomp a garden in nothing flat.How can we chase our pets awayTo let our flowers grow and sway? The cat will scratch; the dog’s a digger.My lilies won’t grow any bigger.What can I do about these pests,Who think my garden is their nest? 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In the meantime, opportunists are seizing the chance to score a few bucks with mementos of every sort. Got any questions? http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/aoXvKmGs3yE/ask-sue-veneer-posted-for-napowrimo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)3 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G6t3VMfCnXEYp5AhzuVZMQWbAMo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G6t3VMfCnXEYp5AhzuVZMQWbAMo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G6t3VMfCnXEYp5AhzuVZMQWbAMo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G6t3VMfCnXEYp5AhzuVZMQWbAMo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/ask-sue-veneer-posted-for-napowrimo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-8905945923468041548Tue, 26 Apr 2011 23:55:00 +00002011-04-26T19:03:31.580-05:00careersagingNaPoWriMothinkinghaikuidentitydoubtlivingPoetryA Zillion Zigzags(posted for the A to Z Challenge) Z is for Zillion … and Zigzags. A Zillion Zigzags Zipping and zooming,Every signal sends us off,Soul-borne GPS. Who will call us home?What magnetic pole directs,If the arrow fails? Footfalls may deceive,A zillion zigzags mark time.Destination lost. Image:Gyro CompassBy Hannes GrobeCreative Commons Licensing Note: Like a haiku, a senryu contains http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/oK5y0iWCruI/zillion-zigzags.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irhCMjnAyp8yGgNgN-V8dOoX5nQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irhCMjnAyp8yGgNgN-V8dOoX5nQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irhCMjnAyp8yGgNgN-V8dOoX5nQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/irhCMjnAyp8yGgNgN-V8dOoX5nQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/zillion-zigzags.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-7944799999266256945Mon, 25 Apr 2011 06:11:00 +00002011-04-25T01:11:00.472-05:00NaPoWriMorelationshipsfamilyauthenticitySatirePoetrymarriagecontrol freaksangerabuse<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/1pDOrXzagWI/yea-or-nay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)3 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dr0zLlT7EgN9WPcXFyt4bdFJ_bE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dr0zLlT7EgN9WPcXFyt4bdFJ_bE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dr0zLlT7EgN9WPcXFyt4bdFJ_bE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dr0zLlT7EgN9WPcXFyt4bdFJ_bE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/yea-or-nay.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-3713970562936282887Sun, 24 Apr 2011 13:47:00 +00002011-04-24T08:48:30.076-05:00godeasterbiblejesuslifereligionchristianchristianityholidaysfaithExtolling Exhaustless Extravagance (posted for the A to Z Challenge) X is for … Extolling Exhaustless Extravagance   Extra! Extra! Read all about it. Jesus is alive! Exceeding and Completing No heavy stone could hold him long,Nor grave clothes bind the Savior’s song.Three days in doom,Sealed in a tomb,He waited, righting every wrong. The earth exploded overnight,The mount, it shook with Heaven’s http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/6hu-7dfNA1o/extolling-exhaustless-extravagance.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uDw2A7uZa8lTnXVkFMUiySd3NEI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uDw2A7uZa8lTnXVkFMUiySd3NEI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uDw2A7uZa8lTnXVkFMUiySd3NEI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uDw2A7uZa8lTnXVkFMUiySd3NEI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/extolling-exhaustless-extravagance.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-2435235915615456747Sat, 23 Apr 2011 14:27:00 +00002011-04-23T09:27:54.008-05:00careersNaPoWriMolearningauthenticityfreelancingpublishingwritingPoetry<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/NIaHe2NF07E/wee-words-on-writing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkMfgE2p0B65zmdfVoLE34EOq9o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkMfgE2p0B65zmdfVoLE34EOq9o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkMfgE2p0B65zmdfVoLE34EOq9o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkMfgE2p0B65zmdfVoLE34EOq9o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/wee-words-on-writing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-1341267733063898862Fri, 22 Apr 2011 14:39:00 +00002011-04-22T09:39:55.569-05:00martyrsNaPoWriMogodeasterjesusredemptionchristianityholidaysfaithPoetryNo Victim of Violence (posted for the A to Z Challenge) V is for Victim and Violence. Today is Good Friday, a high holy day in Christendom. On this occasion, Christians everywhere fast and pray and ponder the sacrifice of the Savior. People puzzle over why this day is called “good,” but it must be so. Without the sorrow of Good Friday and the redeeming death of the Messiah, the joy of His http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/uA6iIKtZx5E/no-victim-of-violence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_RF2bX40_BBUFUbS1lHmvj6Yxw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_RF2bX40_BBUFUbS1lHmvj6Yxw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_RF2bX40_BBUFUbS1lHmvj6Yxw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_RF2bX40_BBUFUbS1lHmvj6Yxw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-victim-of-violence.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868682166696623114.post-8490864629312572707Thu, 21 Apr 2011 15:27:00 +00002011-04-21T10:28:22.562-05:00godeasterbibledevotionalsjesuschristianauthenticitychristianityholidaysfaithUpper Room Unbooked(posted for the A to Z Challenge) U is for Upper Room and Unbooked.    On the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread, when it was customary to sacrifice the Passover lamb, Jesus' disciples asked him, "Where do you want us to go and make preparations for you to eat the Passover?"    So he sent two of his disciples, telling them, "Go into the city, and a man carrying a jarhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NickersAndInk/~3/jR0-tcZ8h5o/upper-room-unbooked.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Linda Ann Nickerson)3 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHbllbf3FUAymRYCcWJLjIPFOqI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHbllbf3FUAymRYCcWJLjIPFOqI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHbllbf3FUAymRYCcWJLjIPFOqI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wHbllbf3FUAymRYCcWJLjIPFOqI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://nickersandinkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/upper-room-unbooked.htmlen-usAll content copyrighted by author, unless marked otherwise.Linda Ann Nickersonnonadult