The last incarnation of my blog would be what some would call a “Mommy Blog,” this one not so much. With this one, I wanted to take the focus off my family - with older teens and now fledgling adults, they didn’t want their private lives becoming not so private. Instead, I wanted this place … Continue reading No offense, but…
Category: 100 Word Challenge
Hidden beneath the surface
A dusky figure cuts through the roiling waves, smooth and soundless as an assassin’s blade. White peaks swell, cresting sharp and jagged, an ocean of broken shards of smoky glass. Beneath the maelstrom, ancient creatures lurk, patrolling the still, dark waters for obliging prey. The smell of fear is sweet, seducing the monster onward. Death, … Continue reading Hidden beneath the surface
Changeling hex is broken
My long, didactic journey is coming to an end. My two-stage Odyssey through the teen years - once with a daughter, and my final phase with a son - is almost done. I’ve taken on the Herculean task, the Holy Grail pilgrimage toward adulthood with my burgeoning charges. Navigating through minde fields of pubescent angst, … Continue reading Changeling hex is broken
Hot summer daze
Emerald cloisonné hummingbirds, attracted by SPF 30 coconut ambrosia, lullabied their drowsy one-woman audience with white-noise thrumming. Trickles of sun-warmed sweat pooled in spandex encased cleavage, creating a briny delta commingling with icy, precipitation dripping from a tumbler of potent libation. A heady perfume of freshly cut Augustine wafted over a barely tall enough decency … Continue reading Hot summer daze
Take a seat
In my mind, I’m still young, still thin, and still agile. In my body, I’m feeling my age. The simple task of putting away dishes have my joints complaining. I can’t take stairs two at a time any longer, but instead have to pull my old bones up with help from handrails. I’m not reduced … Continue reading Take a seat
Raining petals
Beautiful flowers Red, my favorite Daisy petals too tempting Not to pluck A fortune to tell, A future to ponder Each crimson blade Aimed at my soul Cupid’s true arrow Or love’s cruel dagger One by one, bringing Hope or despair Joy or misery Ecstasy or pain The outcome a mystery Once begun Cannot be … Continue reading Raining petals
Thin spiral notebook 