Sexy at fifty-seven is skinny dipping under the light of a half-awakened moon. Bright enough to see my way safely down to the beach but dark enough my silhouette is not exposed. Not shy or unabashed, I simply walked to the shore, disrobed, and quickly tiptoed into the crisp waters of Lake Huron, hidden under… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Seven
Author: chrisgough7641
Stay at home mom who home-schools. Has a small organic farm. When not pulling weeds on the farm she enjoys camping and hiking in the Porcupine Mountains.
Game Changer
Imogene was beginning to feel like the old blowup clown she got from her grandparents for Christmas when she was seven. It stood three feet tall and every time she punched the balloon clown it would fall back only to pop right back up for more abuse. Imogene sometimes marveled at her resilience to take… Continue reading Game Changer
That Time Imogene Bought a Box of Chocolates and Dropped the Mike
Jeff did nothing for Valentine’s Day their entire marriage. No flowers, a simple box of candy, not even a card, because that was a waste of money. “I can say those same words for free.” Which he never did. A box of chocolates was money spent frivolously, not including the boxes that Imogene gave Jeff… Continue reading That Time Imogene Bought a Box of Chocolates and Dropped the Mike
Yesterday’s Garbage: The Dignity of a Legacy
The Dignity of Legacy The attacks Jeff leveled at Imogene during the divorce were hard blows. One filing after another hit her with staggering velocity. Compared to the verbal assaults during their marriage, his strategy at gaining custody of their daughter demonstrated precisely the amount of hate he felt for her. Jeff, and his 1-800… Continue reading Yesterday’s Garbage: The Dignity of a Legacy
Yesterday’s Garbage
Imogene felt as if she had been tossed on the curb like yesterday’s garbage. A broken household item or toy disposed of in a bright plastic bag. She was old, used up, and it was high time for a replacement with the newer, younger model. Thirty years of cooking, cleaning, raising three kids and she… Continue reading Yesterday’s Garbage
Art’s Daughter: A Father’s Day Tribute
Lately, I have been catching myself thinking of my dad. More specifically, my dad is getting older. I don’t think of him as being old, he is just my dad. Yet, the truth is, he is getting older. We all are. When my mind starts to wander and I am thinking of my dad not… Continue reading Art’s Daughter: A Father’s Day Tribute
Sexy at Fifty-Six: Skinny Dipping at the Break of Dawn
Sexy at Fifty-Six is the knowledge almost everything is out of my hands. There is only so much I can control. I control the thermostat. I control the timer on my electric tea pot. I have complete control over my music playlist. I can decide what is for supper. The richness of my morning coffee,… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Six: Skinny Dipping at the Break of Dawn
Rough Draft
This is a rough draft for my creative-writing class. Like I mentioned earlier, the last seven weeks we explored poetry. Here is a rough draft of one of six that I need to turn in for my final project. Untitled She slept under the stars. That old dark night. She dreamed. She flew under the… Continue reading Rough Draft
A Small Collection of Poems
Anyone who knows me knows I love to write. I will be honest, poetry is not my thing. I wish I was good at writing poetry because poetry is an artform that colors the page with the most beautiful words. Unfortunately, my writing class this semester has me writing poetry for the last seven weeks.… Continue reading A Small Collection of Poems
Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets
If this looks familiar, it is. I meshed two story ideas that I have been playing around with for a bit. This is my rough draft for my creative-writing class. Thanks for reading it. Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets Eoa’s clumsiness made her noticeable. Her laughter made her enduring. But the way… Continue reading Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets
Chris Writes 