I love Free Write Fridays. I am always curious to pull out a slip of paper from my can and set the timer for ten minutes just to see what I can create. This one was appropriate for today. Middle of Nowhere If I could be anywhere, I really would like to be in the… Continue reading Middle of Nowhere
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.
The Perfect Cup of Coffee
Like so many people, I have vices. This little story of mine is only about one. Perhaps the most important vice I have. Coffee. Not just any coffee, but the perfect cup of coffee. I can’t remember how old I was when I first started drinking coffee, but it has been quite some time now… Continue reading The Perfect Cup of Coffee
I Came from the Swamp
I Came from the Swamp When I was around six or seven, I would wake up early and eat a quick breakfast and do what I did best, disappeared. I was a little girl who learned early the magic trick of vanishing. I was a master of illusion. I had two favorite spots that hid… Continue reading I Came from the Swamp
Full Circle
Like many young college adults around the world, my daughter is home, trying to keep as far away from Covid-19 as possible. I worry about her because she came home already sick. She has a pretty good inner ear infection and according to her own words, she has been sick since we dropped her off… Continue reading Full Circle
Pieces of Paper
I wanted to challenge myself. I wanted to tell a complete story in as few of words that I can. This came to me. Pieces of Paper There once was a girl who recycled every piece of paper. Except the little quotes from famous people on the tabs of tea bags. Those she on purposely… Continue reading Pieces of Paper
Squirrels
The squirrels are teasing us with their entertainment and knowledge of the winter morning. They know full well we are talking about them so they rush towards the window and stop really fast. Their tails flick and flap quickly and they give us the stare. We laugh and they pull their tiny paws up to… Continue reading Squirrels
Driftless Chicken Marathon
The seed I pulled out today is…..que the drum-roll…..Prairie Chicken Marathon. I do not live on a prairie; I live in the rolling hills of the Driftless. I do have a few chickens that give me such joy. This Free Write Friday is dedicated to their own special marathon as well as them. Driftless Chicken… Continue reading Driftless Chicken Marathon
International Silence
Jinkies, this was a hard one. I again pulled another seed from my can. I am not sure what is more upsetting, the subject or the fact that my seed can is dwindling? So....here goes nothing. International Silence International Silence, yeah right. The day they make that happen will probably be the day the last… Continue reading International Silence
The ECT Recovery Room
I pulled out another slip of paper from my “seeds” can. The seeds I collected some time ago at my Draft & Craft Workshops. You may remember, all of us wrote out “seeds” on a small piece of paper then we randomly picked some for ourselves from the pile. The purpose is to give us… Continue reading The ECT Recovery Room
Remember My Dead
Undeniably one of the funniest guys I knew. Never to be taken all that serious Calculating with your practical jokes Leaving little chance of getting caught Endearing as the older brother I never had. Taken away too soon Out of the blue Damn I wish I could have said one more hello Damn, I wish… Continue reading Remember My Dead
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