As transient and fragile as a cut flower, our lives fade out among all the other dying stars in the universe in the blink of an eye, fleeting and brief. Achingly beautiful in our shining moment, only to wither to dust, forgotten to all but the angels.
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Everywhere a sign
I've had my small share of heartache - teen angst boyfriend break-ups, unrequited love - but the worst pain, is when I've loved so much that it felt like my heart would literally burst. The loss of a loved one - death from illness, or age, or injury - especially when unexpected. You are left … Continue reading Everywhere a sign
Great escape
When I was a kid - long before cable television, before video games, or DVDs, or the Internet - my friends and I played outside. All. Day. We'd leave home after breakfast, only coming home for lunch, then heading back out again until it was dark. We had bikes to ride, games to play, balls to … Continue reading Great escape
Eat at Joe’s
He taps out a rhythmic tattoo around the oak bole. A secret code only he and his brethren can decipher. Round runes as ancient as days, carve a message deep in the cork. “Eat at Joe’s!”
Doppelgänger dilemma
A prompt from WordPress Daily Press totally gobsmacked me this morning. The idea is to write a scene where I meet “an opposite version of (myself).” A sort of DC Comic Bizarro World-slash-Seinfeld encounter. Aside from the obvious physical differences - taller, thinner, younger, more blonde - the internal changes are what stumped me. What sort … Continue reading Doppelgänger dilemma
Back in the day
Sometimes when their dad and I are being goofy, but trying to make a point, we go all “back in the day” on our kids. You know, “back in the day we had to walk to school, in the snow, up hill, both ways.” There’s profuse eye rolling and tolerant sighing, patronizing laughs and an … Continue reading Back in the day
Thin spiral notebook 