Category: Free Write Friday

I don’t know. I think I was six, maybe eight years old when I had my first confession. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait for it to happen. After all, Mrs. Erikson, my C.C.D. teacher made it sound like a cool thing to happen… a celebration of sorts. I believed her. I would do… Continue reading Anything For Mrs. Erikson

This my Free Write Friday piece that came to me today while on my walk. I have no idea why exactly it came to me. It just did. Bosom Buddies “Oh, my god Carol. Is your bra too small? Whatever are you doing?” Linda watched as her best friend of the last fifty-five years worked… Continue reading Bosom Buddies

This story came to me yesterday while riding my bike. For a few of you it might seem familiar. I wanted to use it for my Free Write Friday but fell asleep last night with my laptop. In keeping with tradition, this piece was written rough in about twenty minutes. I've cleaned it up a… Continue reading A Yellow Three-Speed Schwinn With a Basket on The Front

“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

Every now and then a recollection conjures up from a really good place in my memory bank. Back in a time when I needed it the most, there were certain people who would show up in my life with a simple act of kindness which I have carried with me all these years. Today, I… Continue reading Seeing an Old Friend Once Again

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

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

“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.

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

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