I loved to swing when I was a kid. I loved to swing when I was a teenager. As a grown woman if the opportunity should arise, I will sit down and swing as high as I dare. I might even push the limits, swing to the highest point and lean all the way back… Continue reading Swinging, Singing and Pushing the Limits
There is a Chicken in my Basement
There is a chicken in my basement. Well, actually it’s a rooster. His name is Chicken Hawk and for the last seven months he has given my son something to occupy his time during Covid lockdown. He came to our little farm with sixteen of his downy peeps as a three-day old chick. Like his… Continue reading There is a Chicken in my Basement
Hairspray
Once upon a time, about ten months ago, I would spend hours in the mirror teasing, spritzing, sculpting and more spraying with my industrial sized bottle of hair cement. Over the last few months, like most people during COVID-19, the need to wear anything other than leggings became normal, quickly followed by the need for… Continue reading Hairspray
Stupid
My dad and I would get into ferocious fights when I was a smug teenager. Nine times out of ten they would end with my dad yelling at me, “I can’t wait for you to grow up and become as stupid as I am!” The rebel teen that I was, scoffed silently with a roll… Continue reading Stupid
Lipstick in the Home
Recently, it dawned on me that something was amiss. Not able to put my finger on it and pushing it to the other side of my brain, I shrugged my shoulders knowing like all lost memories before it, it too will pop back up. While brushing my teeth the other day it hit me. I… Continue reading Lipstick in the Home
You’ve Taken Too Much. You Always Do. You Always Have.
“We are going to be late.” He yells up the stairs to his wife. She is up in the oversized master bedroom sipping on her second martini. Her dress is over the top expensive and her jewels bedazzle the dimly lit room. Big hair and vivid make-up complete the outfit. She hates these fancy dinner… Continue reading You’ve Taken Too Much. You Always Do. You Always Have.
Middle of Nowhere
I love Free Write Fridays. I am always curious to pull out a slip of paper from my can and set the timer for ten minutes just to see what I can create. This one was appropriate for today. Middle of Nowhere If I could be anywhere, I really would like to be in the… Continue reading Middle of Nowhere
The Perfect Cup of Coffee
Like so many people, I have vices. This little story of mine is only about one. Perhaps the most important vice I have. Coffee. Not just any coffee, but the perfect cup of coffee. I can’t remember how old I was when I first started drinking coffee, but it has been quite some time now… Continue reading The Perfect Cup of Coffee
I Came from the Swamp
I Came from the Swamp When I was around six or seven, I would wake up early and eat a quick breakfast and do what I did best, disappeared. I was a little girl who learned early the magic trick of vanishing. I was a master of illusion. I had two favorite spots that hid… Continue reading I Came from the Swamp
Full Circle
Like many young college adults around the world, my daughter is home, trying to keep as far away from Covid-19 as possible. I worry about her because she came home already sick. She has a pretty good inner ear infection and according to her own words, she has been sick since we dropped her off… Continue reading Full Circle
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