They held each other close. They held each other tightly. They danced to a tune only the two of them could hear. They softly spun and swayed while the world around them fell apart. It didn’t matter to the elderly couple because they had the music. And in the music, they had each other. They… Continue reading The Dance
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.
My porch has become my new favorite spot to just hang out and chill at the end of the day. Many nights I take out my notebook and do some writing.....this is what I came up with last night..... Front Porch She holds court from her throne on the front porch. Her eyes scan… Continue reading
Bullies
“Does your mommy make you wear hand-me-downs?” The sneering tease stung Cara deeply. Cara had her own sense for fashion, compared to the average seventh grader. Peculiar had been her chosen style. It had been the eighties and kids, including cool kids, crude kids, and every other kid in between, shopped at the mall. Cara… Continue reading Bullies
Green Carnations
Many moons ago, On Saint Patrick’s Day, my dad would take us out for dinner at a restaurant in East Lansing. For the life of me I can’t recall the name of the place but it had pretty good food. Anyhoo, every year this place had a dinner special just for Saint Patty’s day. You… Continue reading Green Carnations
Swinging, Singing and Pushing the Limits
I loved to swing when I was a kid. I loved to swing when I was a teenager. As a grown woman if the opportunity should arise, I will sit down and swing as high as I dare. I might even push the limits, swing to the highest point and lean all the way back… Continue reading Swinging, Singing and Pushing the Limits
There is a Chicken in my Basement
There is a chicken in my basement. Well, actually it’s a rooster. His name is Chicken Hawk and for the last seven months he has given my son something to occupy his time during Covid lockdown. He came to our little farm with sixteen of his downy peeps as a three-day old chick. Like his… Continue reading There is a Chicken in my Basement
Hairspray
Once upon a time, about ten months ago, I would spend hours in the mirror teasing, spritzing, sculpting and more spraying with my industrial sized bottle of hair cement. Over the last few months, like most people during COVID-19, the need to wear anything other than leggings became normal, quickly followed by the need for… Continue reading Hairspray
Stupid
My dad and I would get into ferocious fights when I was a smug teenager. Nine times out of ten they would end with my dad yelling at me, “I can’t wait for you to grow up and become as stupid as I am!” The rebel teen that I was, scoffed silently with a roll… Continue reading Stupid
Lipstick in the Home
Recently, it dawned on me that something was amiss. Not able to put my finger on it and pushing it to the other side of my brain, I shrugged my shoulders knowing like all lost memories before it, it too will pop back up. While brushing my teeth the other day it hit me. I… Continue reading Lipstick in the Home
You’ve Taken Too Much. You Always Do. You Always Have.
“We are going to be late.” He yells up the stairs to his wife. She is up in the oversized master bedroom sipping on her second martini. Her dress is over the top expensive and her jewels bedazzle the dimly lit room. Big hair and vivid make-up complete the outfit. She hates these fancy dinner… Continue reading You’ve Taken Too Much. You Always Do. You Always Have.
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