Sexy at Fifty-Six is the knowledge almost everything is out of my hands. There is only so much I can control. I control the thermostat. I control the timer on my electric tea pot. I have complete control over my music playlist. I can decide what is for supper. The richness of my morning coffee,… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Six: Skinny Dipping at the Break of Dawn
Rough Draft
This is a rough draft for my creative-writing class. Like I mentioned earlier, the last seven weeks we explored poetry. Here is a rough draft of one of six that I need to turn in for my final project. Untitled She slept under the stars. That old dark night. She dreamed. She flew under the… Continue reading Rough Draft
A Small Collection of Poems
Anyone who knows me knows I love to write. I will be honest, poetry is not my thing. I wish I was good at writing poetry because poetry is an artform that colors the page with the most beautiful words. Unfortunately, my writing class this semester has me writing poetry for the last seven weeks.… Continue reading A Small Collection of Poems
Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets
If this looks familiar, it is. I meshed two story ideas that I have been playing around with for a bit. This is my rough draft for my creative-writing class. Thanks for reading it. Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets Eoa’s clumsiness made her noticeable. Her laughter made her enduring. But the way… Continue reading Eoa Had to Hide Behind Her Clean Sheets
The B-52 Bomber
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
Chris Writes 