I’ve been reading Terry Pratchett’s “Going Postal.” The basic premise is that a habitual criminal is plucked from the hangman’s noose by the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork to serve as the Postmaster of the town’s moribund post office. (This is a stand-alone in the DiscWorld series.) The mail must go through, even though it has … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: “Dear…”
Author: Tara R.
Couch cushion fort
I want to return to my uncomplicated childhood when I'd build myself a couch cushion fort, cool and quiet, where I could settle into a nest of blankets and bolsters tucked away in one dim corner. My upholstered stronghold a refuge from puerile troubles, a place to hide from the sinister, faceless monsters lurking behind … Continue reading Couch cushion fort
100 Word Challenge (Reboot): Nest
It’s the first Wednesday of February so I thought it was high time I resurrected the 100 Word Challenge. I’ve missed it, and going by the response my announcement got on Facebook, a few other people did too. (I’m counting on youse guys, and you know who you are, to back me on of this … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge (Reboot): Nest
Cast in iron
I have two cast iron skillets - one 10-inch and the other 12-inch. The smaller of the two was a gift from my mother when I got married. It wasn’t new when I received it, it was passed on to me. I use one or the other almost daily. Each has a lovely patina, making … Continue reading Cast in iron
Hitting the ground strolling
Today I went for my first solo hike since my knee surgery. Well, almost solo - Asta was with me. You know just in case I needed her to channel Lassie and seek help if I fell down a well, or the marsh embankment. We went slowly, navigating the gradual inclines and uneven ground without … Continue reading Hitting the ground strolling
The Tunnels
Clark stood in the shadow of a towering concrete and glass building. It was colder in the shade but he was out of the cutting wind. Blowing warm breath into his closed, icy fists, wisps of steam rose from the spaces between his fingers. Coat collar turned up, a grey, checked Burberry scarf was wrapped … Continue reading The Tunnels





