“I’m going to do it.” I stated. “Do what?” “I’m going to walk up to the bridge on a full moon night?” “Why are you going to do that. It sounds stupid.” “I’m going to buy a pack of smokes and walk up to that bridge. Like I did when I was much, much younger.”… Continue reading Conversation With Self
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 Winning Ticket
This came to me the other day after the announcement that two winning tickets had been sold for the lotto. It had been first reported that one of the tickets had sold in Wisconsin. Later in the day it had been narrowed down to Milwaukee. Instantly, this popped into my head…..short and sweet! (fiction)… Continue reading The Winning Ticket
The Boon-Docks Slip And Slide
Growing up in the boon-docks, us kids had to use our imagination to keep ourselves entertained on those long hot summer days. The temperatures would climb, sweating humidity which by noon, would have enveloped all around you; so thick, you had to part it with your hands to move. My parents both worked and back… Continue reading The Boon-Docks Slip And Slide
On The Sunny Side
This piece is dedicated to my little sister. She is such a life line who ALWAYS answers my text and has been a huge help keeping things sunny as of late. Thanks, Trish. I have an uninvited guest staying here in my old farm house. Covid. This guest brought with it a luggage full of… Continue reading On The Sunny Side
Burnt Offerings
It’s been exactly a week since Thanksgiving. Honestly, it seems more like a month ago. That said, the remains of the holiday are still very present here in the house. I can promise you it is not an issue of leftovers; they were polished off days ago. Yesterday, I fired up my oven to make… Continue reading Burnt Offerings
I’m Thankful For My Dreams
The day before Thanksgiving has finally arrived. Like most people I have a last-minute run to the grocery store. I owe that to my daughter who informed me she forgot she had promised to bring the green bean casserole. I don’t really mind the forty-five-minute drive. I have a playlist for that. I drive across… Continue reading I’m Thankful For My Dreams
Sally
I cradled you as I carried you from your place of slumber. I pulled you in close and whispered, “You are alive and I love you for that.” Gently, I stirred you awake and told you sweet nothings. I bent over and inhaled your unmistakable scent. I would know you anywhere just by your essence.… Continue reading Sally
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It's been a rough few days. Thor lost his favorite barn kitty, Douglas, last Wednesday. This morning his pet rooster, Chicken Hawk also passed. Anyone who knows me know that I am just mom. I love being mom. But some days are really, really hard. Today was one of them. Without going on too much,… Continue reading Untitled
Clean Sheets (Revised)
For some time this piece just didn't seem quite finished to me. On a morning walk recently this came to me. Who knows? Maybe another walk will yield another revision. Her clumsiness made her noticeable. Her laughter made her enduring. But the way she hung out her clean laundry made her sexy. He liked to… Continue reading Clean Sheets (Revised)
The Beloved Blouse
Today started out as a sad one. Forget that it was Monday or it had drastically changed from doable temperatures to shockingly cooler, even with the sun. No, today came with a sad start because my beloved farm blouse would need to be retired. I loved this shirt. It had a pale green floral print… Continue reading The Beloved Blouse
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