Wesley Houses Eden Gardens
DPchallenge, Photography, WP Writing

Happy trails

I’ve missed several weeks of photo hikes, and I can tell a difference in my general well-being. These outings were always a restorative exercise. A chance to spend time outdoors, with no worries, no deadlines, no plans other than to take pictures of anything and everything that catches my eye. This weekend, I want need… Continue reading Happy trails

peeled green apples
DPchallenge, Giving thanks, Real Life, WP Writing

When pie is king

This Thanksgiving we will have an added visitor sharing dinner with us. My daughter’s beau is to be a honored guest. A unique situation for me, since this is the first time a swain has been invited to our family celebration. I do Thanksgiving up right. I start cooking early in the week, prepping what… Continue reading When pie is king

flip flops
DPchallenge, Flash Fiction, Inspiration Monday, Light and Shade, WP Writing

Blown out flip flop

If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me… Continue reading Blown out flip flop

old grocery store
DPchallenge, Flash Fiction, Inspiration Monday, WP Writing

Last meal

Mr. Walker strolled the grocery aisles, armed with a feather brush, he raised little clouds of dust as he cleaned rows and rows of canned goods. He stocked all the necessary staples - Spam, pork and beans, Vienna Sausages, Saltines, tune (packed in oil), Campbell’s soups (tomato, chicken noodle and cream of chicken), Del Monte peaches… Continue reading Last meal

cinnamon roll and coffee
DPchallenge, Flash Fiction, WP Writing

Morning rush

The air had a sweet, crispness to it. Fall was fast approaching and I welcomed the break from the oppressive summer heat. Morning commuters hurrying past the coffee shop where I stopped for breakfast were just part of the scenery. I barely noticed the foot and car traffic. Enjoying a quiet moment with my newspaper… Continue reading Morning rush