I had an unproductive weekend. I didn’t feel quite right, and stayed in my pjs for three days. Mostly sitting on the couch, sometimes reading, sometimes watching TV, sometimes crocheting, but I mostly noshed on things I shouldn’t have. Monday was a new day. Still miserable weather outside, but I felt a little better. Showered, … Continue reading Spaghetti squash
Author: Tara R.
The scent of cherries
It was the smell, a pungent citrusy, fruity cloying sweetness that triggered the memory. Fuzzy at first, just flashes of light and shadow. Holding the open jug of liquid detergent under my nose, I inhaled the scent of grapefruit and cherries, and remembered the taste of pink penicillin. As I stood at the sink, the … Continue reading The scent of cherries
What scares you
“Try a thing you haven't tried before three times - once to get over the fear, once to find out how to do it, and a third time to find out whether you like it or not” ~ Virgil Thomson First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” Whether … Continue reading What scares you
Monochrome
Bare limbs spread out like skeleton ribbing. Draped in a tattered shroud of Spanish moss, it is scant protection from the biting rain and brutal wind. Ancient oaks open as an umbrella over my head. A canopy of wasted dreams flutter and snap, a daunting cacophony of regret and guilt. Do I shutter that hiding … Continue reading Monochrome
Grand exit
Now that The Boy’s car is once again road worthy, whenever I have to go into town for errands, if he goes with, he wants to drive. His Infiniti Q45 is a barge, only six inches shorter than his dad’s full-sized truck. His sister calls it his “old man” car. An already low-riding car, he … Continue reading Grand exit
Uppity women
A possible sequel to this story... “Ooo… you’re the beneficiary of a vast fortune.” Colin held up a letter, waving it with a grand flourish. “Nigerian?” Gatta kept filling in the Saturday crossword in the Times. “No, Hurin,” he said, folding the paper and making as if to tear it in half. “What?” She tossed … Continue reading Uppity women





