One thousand stories Truth and lies, laughter and tears Bled out through my pen With this haiku, I have published my 1000th post. I am particularly pleased, that three other century posts* were also haikus. On July 16, I passed my sixth year blogging. I sort of let it slide because, Thin spiral notebook, is … Continue reading 1,000 stories
Author: Tara R.
I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.
Sorrow
“You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.” ~ Chinese Proverb
It all counts
Throughout her academic career, my daughter worked exceedingly hard to earn high grades. A consummate overachiever, she maintained an A-average from elementary school through her recent master’s degree. Her education was serious business. When she was in middle school, probably around seventh grade, the scale for earning an A was a numerical score of 95-100. … Continue reading It all counts
Shark weak
Circling the shallows, a shiver of hungry females stalk their prey, tasting the waters for fresh meat. More intimidating and powerful than their male counterparts, their blood lust is a powerful urge. They single out a potential victim from the rest, surrounding him, cutting him off from any escape routes. Once a man-eater latches on, … Continue reading Shark weak
Piggy bank half full
Yesterday morning, while the rest of my house quietly slept, I sat up in bed watching CBS Sunday Morning and tended to bills and our bank account - a chore that I loath. When I know I have to access our account - checking balances, outgoing payments, incoming deposits, who’s spending how much on what … Continue reading Piggy bank half full
Hurry up and wait
It rained Saturday... I know! I wanted to meander through the roses and camellias at Eden Gardens State Park, but the rain began shortly after I began my hike. I followed a hurried walk to my car, with my camera safely tucked under my shirt, with a lengthy wait inside, hoping the clouds would part. They … Continue reading Hurry up and wait
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