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 read on his porch. Listening to his music, he looked over his books as she hung up her sheets. She spied him over the bleached sheets. Tapping her foot to… Continue reading Clean Sheets
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.
Screams in the Night
Every now and again, I have had dreams that were so scary, I woke-up screaming. I woke up the whole house a few times as well. Most of the time I sound something like a mummy crossed with a very sad opera singer. Once in a blue moon, I can actually annunciate my creepy sounds… Continue reading Screams in the Night
If Only Life Were Like Dreams
If only life were like dreams. I dreamt last night I was being driven to a job interview and I was stashed in the backseat of a car…….completely naked! I know not of dreams and their interpretations, but I am smart enough to figure out I had been feeling vulnerable. Very vulnerable. I remember thinking… Continue reading If Only Life Were Like Dreams
I Watched the Robin as She Scratched for Food at My Campsite
Yellowstone. Everyone chased after the buffalo. Searched madly for the mother grizzly with her cubs in tow. Combed for the pack of wolves in Lamar Valley. There had been more interest in the giftshops and their offerings, everything from keychains to ice cream cones. But who watched the Robin, as she scratched for her food… Continue reading I Watched the Robin as She Scratched for Food at My Campsite
Free Write Friday
This is just a little something I came up with today while sitting on my porch. By the way…..sitting on my porch has become my new favorite hobby. Anyhoo, tonight I had an adult beverage and came up with this….in about ten minutes…keeping with tradition. Untitled My boy is amazing In all of his amazing… Continue reading Free Write Friday
Madeline Island Part Two: The Best Souvenir Ever
People buy all kinds of trinkets and items for souvenirs on their travels. Magnets, postcards, t-shirts, hats, bumper stickers and so on. On my trip to Madeline Island, my souvenir was Diane. My first full day on the island found me at the beach. I decided to go for a walk down the mile and… Continue reading Madeline Island Part Two: The Best Souvenir Ever
Madeline Island, Part One
I thought of this while siting on the beach last week at Madeline Island. The birds were in the sky chasing the wind. Anyhoo, I have said it before…A poet I am not…but every now and then I like to dabble. Untitled This is as close as they will ever be To touching each other.… Continue reading Madeline Island, Part One
The Proper Way to Wrap a Garden Hose
I am Art Trelstad’s Daughter. I know the proper way of how to wrap up a garden hose. I remember the lessons I received every early summer when it was time for watering the grass or the flowers. My dad had a particular way so that it never became the summer equivalent of Christmas Lights.… Continue reading The Proper Way to Wrap a Garden Hose
Fearless
A storm blew through today. The thunder rumbled for two hours before it actually rolled in. The lightning hissed and kept coming closer to the house. I saw a flash right outside of my window and jumped as my breath swiftly departed my lungs. Instantly, a boom so loud, my dishes vibrated on the shelves.… Continue reading Fearless
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For nine plus months I couldn’t hold my daughter or kiss her. I was helpless when she got sick. I could only fret from afar. I had left chicken noodle soup and tea for her on the front porch. My heart sank with aching agony. The taste of fear coated the back of my throat… Continue reading Untitled
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