High School Suitors – Part 1

I don’t consider myself pretty. I’ve seen much prettier women than me. However, despite this flaw and my tendency to be an introvert, I’ve always been able to put on a good mask of being presentable and friendly. The mask was a strategy of the survival of my teenage years. After Bob and I let …

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On Second Thought…

I was pleasantly surprised by the feedback I got about my writing prompt, As It was Foretold. Reading the comments spurred inspiration to continue with the scene, making it a full-blown story. The intention was for me to make it a short story to submit to a magazine. I went as far as responding to …

As It was Foretold

I love writing. I really do. Yet sometimes pulling the words out of me stabs me as if I have nails in the bottom of my feet. So what do I do? I stroll over to Writing.Com and grab myself a writing prompt. This prompt is ‘The wind howled with delight…’. She cleaned off the …

Clearing the Decks

My mother-in-law declutters her house quite often. Old editions of magazines get tossed; any small items left out from mending or sewing get put away; plastic gets put into garbage bags to be taken to the recycling place in town. She has a marvelous saying for when she does this, "clearing the decks". I’m sure …

California Dreaming

It was Mary’s post at 1950 Memories Of Suburban Adventures, Oceanic Inauguration that stirred up the recollections I have about seeing the Pacific Ocean. Back then, being able to go to California was just ‘the coolest’. This was true even when I was eleven. After all, Rickie Nelson had lived there. That’s where the story …

Interruptions I Hate

I know that I shouldn’t get so hot under the collar about interruption. I know that most are not intentional, and a few just can’t be avoided. This is part of life. Yet, I can feel myself getting up tight, anxious and angry when someone disturbs me when I’m in the middle of something. I’m …

My 6 ½ Year Tussle

Hubby and I moved to Tennessee with the one thought in mind of helping his mom with the last days his dad would be alive. He was in the advance stages of Parkinson’s disease and also had a stroke. My mother-in-law (We’ll call her MIL here – short for mother-in-law.) couldn’t bear the thought of …