Carol laid out the dress on her daughter’s bed. A creamy, white satin monstrosity with a crinoline petticoat and delicate, pink smocking on the bodice. More appropriate for a toddler, and not a 9-year-old, she knew Cami, her whirlwind of a tomboy, would balk merely at the words, “petticoat,” and “crinoline.” Since Cami had showered … Continue reading Daughter earth
Dead Money: When it hits the fan
Butch hung up his cell phone, and began to pace around his office. He had never heard Pauley so distracted. She wouldn’t tell him much more than the hit was done, but there was a serious breach in their cover. A Cuban cigar hanging unlit between his teeth, Butch nearly chewed through the Corona. His … Continue reading Dead Money: When it hits the fan
Rainbows and leprechauns
I made my way down some back roads this weekend on my photo hike, trying to stay ahead of the rain. I came upon a rainbow and nearly caused an incident pulling over to get a shot of it. Just as I got in place to snapped the photo, a second, paler arc formed, trailing … Continue reading Rainbows and leprechauns
Project car
A boy and his car It is a thing of beauty Hopefully it runs My son got his first project car, a 1990 Plymouth Laser, in 2009. It was three years older than he was at the time. Over the next couple of years, he installed a new transmission, and an after-market body kit and … Continue reading Project car
Always a bridesmaid
What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? I don’t know. I guess I thought that if I treated him like he treated me, he’d see. If I blew off dates, or didn’t call him back, he’d miss me, realize he wanted to be with me. That if I talked down to him in front … Continue reading Always a bridesmaid
Gone but not forgotten
I have a retired blog, one that ran for more than three years. I had over 1,000 posts and nearly 20,000 comments. I'm not saying that in any way to brag, not that it's much to boast about, but only to illustrate that I was actively publishing my stuff there. It closed nearly two years ago. … Continue reading Gone but not forgotten