I wanted to challenge myself. I wanted to tell a complete story in as few of words that I can. This came to me. Pieces of Paper There once was a girl who recycled every piece of paper. Except the little quotes from famous people on the tabs of tea bags. Those she on purposely… Continue reading Pieces of Paper
Squirrels
The squirrels are teasing us with their entertainment and knowledge of the winter morning. They know full well we are talking about them so they rush towards the window and stop really fast. Their tails flick and flap quickly and they give us the stare. We laugh and they pull their tiny paws up to… Continue reading Squirrels
Driftless Chicken Marathon
The seed I pulled out today is…..que the drum-roll…..Prairie Chicken Marathon. I do not live on a prairie; I live in the rolling hills of the Driftless. I do have a few chickens that give me such joy. This Free Write Friday is dedicated to their own special marathon as well as them. Driftless Chicken… Continue reading Driftless Chicken Marathon
International Silence
Jinkies, this was a hard one. I again pulled another seed from my can. I am not sure what is more upsetting, the subject or the fact that my seed can is dwindling? So....here goes nothing. International Silence International Silence, yeah right. The day they make that happen will probably be the day the last… Continue reading International Silence
The ECT Recovery Room
I pulled out another slip of paper from my “seeds” can. The seeds I collected some time ago at my Draft & Craft Workshops. You may remember, all of us wrote out “seeds” on a small piece of paper then we randomly picked some for ourselves from the pile. The purpose is to give us… Continue reading The ECT Recovery Room
Remember My Dead
Undeniably one of the funniest guys I knew. Never to be taken all that serious Calculating with your practical jokes Leaving little chance of getting caught Endearing as the older brother I never had. Taken away too soon Out of the blue Damn I wish I could have said one more hello Damn, I wish… Continue reading Remember My Dead
The One Time Painted Red Dock
We were going camping; up to the great outdoors of northern Michigan. The pop-up camper was packed and hitched and Art’s Jeep full of family, crayons and coloring books, and plenty of snacks for the next four hours or so that lay ahead on the highways and side roads. My dad drove and chewed his… Continue reading The One Time Painted Red Dock
Organized
I am trying to be organized. It is after all the first of the new year and I feel pushed into being the best person ever, new goals, new ways of living my life carefree and perfectly structured. But does it really ever happen like I that? All month of December I used my spare… Continue reading Organized
Grocery Shopping
My right knee is the size of a football but I need to go grocery shopping. There is nothing in the house except meat. As much as we love our beef and chicken, I really need a side to go with it other than potatoes. I have a few of those left in the pantry… Continue reading Grocery Shopping
Winter
The tired boy sulks through the studio. Good mornings are exchanged with the same grunts as yesterday. Perhaps, if it was a fresh spring morning and we had slept with our windows opened, our rise and shines would be like the song of the morning birds. Chirpy. Instead, we have winter. That time of year… Continue reading Winter
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