Eat ’til you drop

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

My peeps and I are headed west for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with one set of Grans - the Mr’s parents - for the big Eat ‘Til You Pop Day. We have our own family dinner traditions - green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, fresh cranberry sauce, angel biscuits, turkey, and various and sundry desserts. … Continue reading Eat ’til you drop

Her last mistake

November 20, 2013November 21, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

She watched him meticulously peel the label off his beer bottle, using the distraction to avoid eye contact. “I met this girl so fine…” Shoving the lime wedge down the neck of her dark import, she rolled her eyes at his flirting, and the irony of the Lyle Lovett lyric. The label free, he laid … Continue reading Her last mistake

Five more sleeps

November 19, 2013November 19, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 23 Comments

Steel-toed Timberlands made a distinct sound on the concrete floor - an ominous click amplified by the three-story open ceilings. At random intervals, the guard raked his club across cell bars, adding to the cacophony of jailhouse night noises. After months of confinement, I became accustom to the endless discord. It was my heartbeat, my … Continue reading Five more sleeps

I am

November 18, 2013November 18, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

I am set in my ways. After half a century, my beliefs and principles aren’t going to change much. I am open-minded. I welcome your ideas, welcome learning new things. If I don’t agree with you, that doesn’t mean I don’t understand. I am afraid sometimes. There are scary things in this world that I … Continue reading I am

Bend to the wind

November 13, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I’ve weathered maelstroms and hurricanes, earthquakes and dust devils. I’ve been adrift in a violent sea, spinning unanchored in a relentless vortex. The unfathomable waters infested with sea creatures born of nightmares and fear. I’ve been without a guiding light, without a life jacket. I’ve been lost and far from shelter. But I survived… I … Continue reading Bend to the wind

Gone fishin’

November 12, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as levers, they climbed out of the waist-deep hole. They tossed the shovels across mounds of loose dirt, then found shade under a spreading oak. Sprawling out on the soft grass, Joss pulled his dusty T-shirt … Continue reading Gone fishin’