Veronica Coldiron
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I'm a mild-mannered project accountant by day, a free-spirited writer, artist, singer/songwriter the rest of the time. Let's subscribe to each other! I'm excited to be in a community of writers and I'm looking forward to making friends!
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The Sand Pit
I can’t possibly write about my life without mentioning the sand pit. Across the white sandy road I grew up on, there was a vast field of weeds we called the "Great Waste". Tall clusters of yellow and green weeds swayed in the summer sun for as far as the eye could see. On the other side was another road; one with sparkling beach-white sand, leading down to a sand pit.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
That Girl in Your Mirror
Calvin Coolidge said: "The world is full of unsuccessful people with talent." I'm sure that's why my mother kept us grounded in reality, which for us, was poverty. Mom fostered a love of fairytales when I was small, but that shifted when she divorced dad, moving us to Georgia. My grandfather passed the year before, leaving my grandmother alone, so we found ourselves working a dirt farm.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in BookClub
Exodus from Podunk
I remember my Mama packing us up from my dad’s place in Fort Wayne, for a trip to a place called Clifty Falls over in Jefferson County, Indiana. We were ultimately headed for Augusta, Georgia to stay with my grandmother, but mom opted for a detour. Clifty Falls was a place to hike, enjoy the scenery and to be in nature. Mama felt that being outside would be good for us, since we didn’t look like we felt well when she picked us up.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Families
Real. Growth. Potential.
Small or mid-sized business owners often find themselves faced with daily “melt-down” levels of stress. We look at employees who don’t want to work but expect to get paid, financials that either don’t work or aren’t making sense, and operational issues that we can’t even understand having happened.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Trader
She Dreamed of Santorini
Since childhood, Irene Dyck dreamed of seeing Santorini, Greece. She said she saw this scene on a calendar at a DQ when she was little and just absolutely loved it. It was no surprise that when she launched her career in art, this would be her signature piece.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Art
Threnody in Steam
Most people are unaware that Abraham Lincoln’s body was couriered by train over 1,654 miles, through 400 cities and 7 states. At each stop in the line, his body was put on display for people to come and pay their respects. On-hand through this ordeal was his son, Robert Todd Lincoln, often referred to as the “Prince of Rails”, even though he wasn’t fond of the adage.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in History
The Smoke Bomb, The Fight and the Funeral
The wind pushed at our clothes mildly as we stood next to my grandmother's grave, watching the coffin lowering into ground. Our matriarch had at last sung her threnody as the family gathered on the hill behind the property, watching them send her gently into the last repose.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Families
