My younger sister, Tricia, and I have a standing appointment every Sunday afternoon having FaceTime for happy hour. Like everything else these days, I am sure this started during Covid. My sister lives in Michigan, not far from where we grew up. She was raised by our mother whereas, I was raised by our… Continue reading The B-52 Bomber
I Collect Libraries
Each week in my Creative Writing Non-Fiction class we are given writing prompts for our weekly journal. Libraries was our last prompt for the semester. My instructor encouraged me to share this entry... I Collect Libraries I collect libraries. In the fifty-five years of my existence, I have held thirteen different library cards. When my… Continue reading I Collect Libraries
Bad Ass: Revised
I just received my final grade for this piece. I am very happy to say I had 100% and a great review from my instructor. She may have mentioned I tell a great story. I thought I would repost the new and improved. Back in the early nineties, I worked as a receptionist in a… Continue reading Bad Ass: Revised
Everything Is Just Fine
Women in their fifties are not getting their authentic story told. We are notorious liars. We lie about our weight, our age, our sex lives, and we even tell the biggest lie of them all, everything is just fine, when in fact, most of the time everything is not fine. One percent of being in… Continue reading Everything Is Just Fine
Bad Ass
Back in the early nineties I worked as a receptionist in a beauty salon with twelve hairdressers. My job was more than just making appointments for cuts, curls, and colors. I did sales and purchases of the various beauty products sold. I collected chair rental from the beauticians every Friday. I washed and folded towels… Continue reading Bad Ass
Colorful
This is a small part of a rough draft for my creative non-fiction class... Before I turned fifty, my wardrobe was conservative with hues of brown, black and for contrast, grey. I wore outfits that a Catholic nun would approve. My hemlines were safe and my neckline never dipped more than two inches from my… Continue reading Colorful
Homework: Five minute free-write
Just a quick free-write. Yes, I know I should be doing my homework. Actually, this is my prompt…..HOMEWRORK. Okay….five minutes….GO! I honestly do not know how I do it. I am taking four classes and raising a teenager. I know this may sound weird…but I sometimes just marvel at myself for not only getting my… Continue reading Homework: Five minute free-write
Scars
I have many scars on this fifty-five-year-old body. Some are good scars, like the escape hatch at the bottom of my droopy belly. My two children are helpers in that scar. If I did not have my c-section I would not have them. Some scars are just typical war wounds of life. There is a… Continue reading Scars
For Good Measure
I do not understand why the lunch lady would ask if we wanted a particular food item, say like green beans on our tray as we made our way down the line. Green beans are gross. My reply in those early informative years of K-5 had always been a solid no with an added in… Continue reading For Good Measure
It is Never Too Late
I recently went on a backpacking trip with two great friends. We hiked with our packed gear a mile into the wilderness of the Porcupine Mountains. Staying five nights in a yurt above the Little Union River, this trip was far from any glamping exhibition. No electricity, no running water, and the outhouse, our only… Continue reading It is Never Too Late
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