Author: christrelstad

April is National Poetry Month. I have said it before and I'll say it again, I am not a very good poet. However, I relish the challenge. Float It’s my second favorite dream when            Dancing. The rhythm of the music frolics with my feet             Perfectly. Lost in the sound, it’s just me and… Continue reading Float

Leslie drove into the drive of her parent’s summer home on Lake Superior. Ten miles between two small towns and a great view of the lake, it had been her favorite place to visit. The family did this weekend every September. She could see the cars of her three kids and her parents’ car had… Continue reading And She Signed Her Name

I turned fifty-four today. I remember years ago becoming panicked and terrified at the age of being anything fifty. One night, years ago, lying in bed next to my hot college boyfriend I thought about this time in my life. Surely old people don’t have nights like we just had.  We stayed out until the… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Four

The song, Turn the Page, by Bob Seger, is the inspiration for this short story. It came on while doing dishes and staring out the kitchen window. I swear, I get my best ideas while doing the dishes! I have started it many times only to scrap it altogether, until recently. I decided to give… Continue reading The Final Encore

The acoustics on a brittle winter’s day linger in the cold dry air. Distorted sounds of distant traffic from the state highway or young Amish children playing on the farm just around the bend sound closer than they actually are. House, who is forgotten, hides around that bend on an old dirt road. House likes… Continue reading House

            She decides at her age, she was going to take a break from playing by the rules. In fact, she makes the bold decision to create her own rules from now on. Away she goes, taking a chance, rolling the dice and taking her turn.             She knows life isn’t a game to take… Continue reading Breaking The Rules

There once was a thing called a letter. Today we have the internet. For the record, I have a social media account. I use it solely for garnishing more readers to my website. Perhaps, I take a few pictures of an awesome meal I prepared or post something inspirational and full of nature. I happen… Continue reading A Letter to Pete Townshend

What makes a woman so sexy at fifty-three? She can look into the mirror and still smile back at herself. She still wants to have sex at fifty-three. She thinks she is still good at sex, at fifty-three. She dances whenever she gets the chance, let’s herself go Doesn’t mind who watches Almost sure who… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-three

            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