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
Madeline Island Part Two: The Best Souvenir Ever
People buy all kinds of trinkets and items for souvenirs on their travels. Magnets, postcards, t-shirts, hats, bumper stickers and so on. On my trip to Madeline Island, my souvenir was Diane. My first full day on the island found me at the beach. I decided to go for a walk down the mile and… Continue reading Madeline Island Part Two: The Best Souvenir Ever
Madeline Island, Part One
I thought of this while siting on the beach last week at Madeline Island. The birds were in the sky chasing the wind. Anyhoo, I have said it before…A poet I am not…but every now and then I like to dabble. Untitled This is as close as they will ever be To touching each other.… Continue reading Madeline Island, Part One
The Proper Way to Wrap a Garden Hose
I am Art Trelstad’s Daughter. I know the proper way of how to wrap up a garden hose. I remember the lessons I received every early summer when it was time for watering the grass or the flowers. My dad had a particular way so that it never became the summer equivalent of Christmas Lights.… Continue reading The Proper Way to Wrap a Garden Hose
Fearless
A storm blew through today. The thunder rumbled for two hours before it actually rolled in. The lightning hissed and kept coming closer to the house. I saw a flash right outside of my window and jumped as my breath swiftly departed my lungs. Instantly, a boom so loud, my dishes vibrated on the shelves.… Continue reading Fearless
Untitled
For nine plus months I couldn’t hold my daughter or kiss her. I was helpless when she got sick. I could only fret from afar. I had left chicken noodle soup and tea for her on the front porch. My heart sank with aching agony. The taste of fear coated the back of my throat… Continue reading Untitled
The Dance
They held each other close. They held each other tightly. They danced to a tune only the two of them could hear. They softly spun and swayed while the world around them fell apart. It didn’t matter to the elderly couple because they had the music. And in the music, they had each other. They… Continue reading The Dance
My porch has become my new favorite spot to just hang out and chill at the end of the day. Many nights I take out my notebook and do some writing.....this is what I came up with last night..... Front Porch She holds court from her throne on the front porch. Her eyes scan… Continue reading
Bullies
“Does your mommy make you wear hand-me-downs?” The sneering tease stung Cara deeply. Cara had her own sense for fashion, compared to the average seventh grader. Peculiar had been her chosen style. It had been the eighties and kids, including cool kids, crude kids, and every other kid in between, shopped at the mall. Cara… Continue reading Bullies
Green Carnations
Many moons ago, On Saint Patrick’s Day, my dad would take us out for dinner at a restaurant in East Lansing. For the life of me I can’t recall the name of the place but it had pretty good food. Anyhoo, every year this place had a dinner special just for Saint Patty’s day. You… Continue reading Green Carnations
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