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
Her Toenails Were so Pretty
This is a "sampler". You know how your cool artist friend has a sketch book with pages of sample drawings? Okay, this is just like that, only with words. It came to me last night while watching my son, Thor, play basketball. Her toenails were so pretty. Shining bright with a color that was a… Continue reading Her Toenails Were so Pretty
Thirteen Dollars and Eighty-Three Cents
Every August fifth for the last twenty-seven years, Bridget goes some place quiet. She looks for forgiveness. She hasn’t found it yet. Graham was a new patient at Gables Dentistry. He came in every six months faithfully for his cleaning and check-up. Bridget worked as the receptionist and after Graham’s third visit she was smitten.… Continue reading Thirteen Dollars and Eighty-Three Cents
He is After All MY Dad
My dad and I have had our ups and downs. Luckily more ups than downs. There have been times where the down stretch was long. I still thought of my dad during those times. If I was creating something new for supper with just ingredients and no recipe, I would wonder, what would dad do?… Continue reading He is After All MY Dad
The Women of Norton
“Audrey, you need to come home.” “Amy? It’s three in the morning.” Audrey sat up in bed and turned her lamp on. Still in a fog she sat there a moment listening to her younger sister’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “Are you still there?” “Yeah, I’m here. What happened?” … Continue reading The Women of Norton
Sexy at Fifty-five
Sexy at fifty-five is feeling your soul come back to life. It’s sexy when I feel the force inside of me starting to stir. I am not sure, but I think I might have certain things figured out. Of course, no one ever has all the answers. It is just nice to have a bit… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-five
Mother Drank Her Whiskey at Two in The Afternoon
It was her time; time alone. Time to listen to the music and dance. She put on her apron and pulled out her ironing board. The toilets were scrubbed. Dishes stacked. Floor vacuumed. She poured herself a whiskey with a glint of guilt. It was, after all two in the afternoon. Mother was honest to… Continue reading Mother Drank Her Whiskey at Two in The Afternoon
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