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 … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Secret
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Keeping the dogs at bay
The first grumblings woke her at 5:23:17 a.m. Liv knew the precise time because those were the numbers staring back at her when she opened her left eye long enough to see the blurry, neon green numbers on her bedside clock. It was only her left eye because her right was blocked by the grey … Continue reading Keeping the dogs at bay
Such a pinch
Like most moms, when my kids were little, I would take opportunities to use 'teachable moments' whenever we were out and about town. We would play 'I Spy,' to learn colors, or the Alphabet game, calling out each letter in sequential order as we passed this or that sign. I would help the kids count … Continue reading Such a pinch
A run-on slam
Composing slam poetry while huddled around a burning trash can for warmth on a frigid winter night, a gang of gamins - distinguished by their customary street uniforms of oversized denim jeans slung low on bony hips and Crooks & Castle hoodies, the too long sleeves pushed up passed ashy elbows - stood apart from a … Continue reading A run-on slam
100 Word Challenge: Run-on sentence
I’m six hours late posting this week’s prompt and I’m still trying to figure out what word to give you all. So, let’s have a little fun this time. When I was in high school, I was a bit of an English geek. I had a group of friends who would diagram sentences for fun. We … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Run-on sentence
Devil on your shoulder
Zular sprawled across the lichen-stained crypt, an occasional piteous moan escaping his demoniac body. “What’s the point?” He wailed. “What are you prattling on about, Zu?” Cassiel stretched out her luminous wings, sunlight reflecting into Zular eyes causing him to squint against the exquisite radiance. “I hate campaign season.” He rolled off the concrete vault, … Continue reading Devil on your shoulder





