Margaret Lydia Von SeggernToddler MuscleI have tire swings hanging from every old maple tree in my yard. It is the first and only outdoor “toy” I had for years. It was 1968 and I…Jan 28, 2021Jan 28, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernOur Short Story I became the mother of three perfect babies Memorial Day weekend of 2000.Written by Margaret Von Seggern, 2021Jan 27, 2021Jan 27, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernMy BoyMy adult son Kevin who has a backpack full of special needs, took several continuing education art classes last fall at a local college as…Jan 27, 2021Jan 27, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernTuckerOur 16 year old dog passed away about 6 weeks ago. We got him when he was 8 weeks old. My former boyfriend’s brother and his girlfriend…Jan 27, 2021Jan 27, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernYOUCan you see the road in your mind of where you should be going? Can you feel in your heart how the journey begins and where it could lead…Jan 25, 2021Jan 25, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernNo More Paper, Written by Margaret Von Seggern, 2021There are two bridges that go over the Sacandaga River in Hadley, NY. One, is an abandoned railroad trestle the other just below it, is…Jan 25, 2021Jan 25, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernChauncey’s BlankieMy father brought home two blanket’s that he acquired on the plane trip to and back from Nicaragua on a mission’s trip twenty years ago. I…Jan 25, 2021Jan 25, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernMEAs an artist, I dive in and bathe in all mediums. My inner compass the last couple of years has drawn me into impressionistic land and…Jan 24, 2021Jan 24, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernFamily DinnerIt is about zero dark thirty and I am sleep unrealized, while the crow is in rem sleep. Not one to just stay prone, staring out the…Jan 24, 2021Jan 24, 2021
Margaret Lydia Von SeggernThe SaratogianCorinth is a little retired International Paper Company town considered to be The Foothills of the Adirondacks. In addition to working at…Jan 24, 2021Jan 24, 2021
