100 Word Challenge: Secret

crocheted pink dogwood blossoms

Putting my yarn organizing project to good use, I began a scarf I hope to finish in time for my mom for Christmas. Knowing how badly I procrastinate sometimes, she will be lucky to get it for Mother’s Day… 2018. Since I’m showing and telling here, it will be a good chance to test if […]

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100 Word Challenge: Letter

rusty round metal mailbox

I have all these lofty plans to write letters, or send cards on special occasions or phone for no other reason than to hear the voice of the person on the other end of the call. But, I don’t. There is guilt. No excuses are given, no pattern of behavior altered. I’m simply a neglectful […]

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Spinning yarns

old chair on cabin porch

I sit at my great-grandmother’s knee on the porch of her old farmhouse. A tangle of wool sheared from her Cheviots sheep, dyed a bright yellow from sedge grass I gathered last fall, is wound loosely around my hands. She lifts the wool from my outstretched arms, twisting the yarn into a small ball of […]

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Make the most of your regrets

sunset

“Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.” ~ Henry David Thoreau During the day, I say, “no regrets, my mistakes helped make me who I am.” Then, at night, I […]

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American dream

colorful kite in deep blue sky

“The sky was deep blue. A blue that hurt to look directly into, a blue that threatened to swallow you whole.” So began Isabel’s tale.” Wrapped in a light woolen blanket, she sat on a high hill, beneath a tall oak watching her great-grandsons flying their kite. Their shouts and laughter lifting the rainbow triangle […]

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Personal prison

stone prison16

Locked in a prison of my own making. Iron and stone bind me, confine me. Mortared by fear and doubt, Bars and locks forged in misery. Serving my sentence in solitude, Believing I must shield those I love From the pain of quilt by association. I can never be someone to be proud of? Stigma […]

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