Fairytale ending

January 20, 2014January 21, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 31 Comments

I wanted quaint. I wanted a gingerbread cottage with a wrap-around porch filled with rocking chairs where we could drink tall glasses of sweet iced tea, and watch fireflies lighting up the night. I wanted flower boxes on every window overflowing with red geraniums. I wanted a white picket fence fairytale. What I got was … Continue reading Fairytale ending

Dark forecast

January 13, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 31 Comments

The day was grey and sad the first time I saw you. Rain drenched, you stood to one side, cut off from the rest of the wet, bus fare herd. Your face cast back the sky's mean mien.

The contest

January 6, 2014January 7, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 20 Comments

They stood apart from the crowd gathering on the beach. It was peak tourist season and there wasn't a square foot of bare sand. If it wasn't some pasty out-of-town collegian lounging in a logo embossed chaise from one of the nearby resorts, it was a family of Bermuda short wearing vacationers spreading out under … Continue reading The contest

Bloom

December 30, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 30 Comments

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ~ Anais Nin To Bloom Bravely

Father

December 25, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

“We called him Father, never a childish diminutive like Dad or Daddy. One of the newbies once called him, ‘Pop,’ by accident. Maybe it was a dim memory from his ‘before,’ but Father’s lesson taught him that informal nomenclature was a sign of disrespect, and would be appropriately punished. “It followed that we were each … Continue reading Father

Sock monkey bread

December 17, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 19 Comments

There once was a woolen simian Who loved Christmas toast with cinnamon Slathered in sugar and butter His heart was all aflutter When he ran out of bread, he used a hamburger bun