Daily Prompt: Life After Blogs “Honey, I remember life before computers, so imagining my life without one isn’t much of a stretch,” I wink at my 12-year-old niece, Manda, who simply stares at me in disbelief. Of course, her generation has practically been raised by computer, so imagining a world without one would be a … More Another Writer
Daily Prompt: Me Time What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not? ~*~ I like quiet mornings and I’m fortunate to be able to incorporate a quiet start to my day every day. My “me time” starts with a short meditation. About 10 minutes, timed by a nature sounds download … More Not Just Saturday Morning
Daily Prompt: Race the Clock ~*~ “Turn back the clock 20 years and be who I am today but with the vitality of my 30-something self? You mean it?” It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. A rare flight of fancy it is not. Who hasn’t wished they could step back in time and relive … More An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse
Daily Prompt: Play Lexicographer ~*~ My dream come true. A word to call my own. Playing with the alphabet. I’m in the danger zone. A brainstorm of confusion Puzzling my thought. A word game I alone can play Culled from all that I’ve been taught. Got it! “Lexinaffle: ~ verb ~ the inability to dream up a new … More The Writer’s Danger Zone
Daily Prompt: Embrace the Ick ~*~ Interviewer: “Tell me, Ms. Doright, when do you first recall embracing the much maligned vegetable many of our readers would agree is icky? My notes don’t actually tell me what the vegetable is, perhaps you could elaborate?” Ms. Doright: “All in good time … Honestly, I just made up my mind it was … More The Much Maligned Vegetable
Daily Prompt: Free Association Home ~ Sanctuary Soil ~ Harm Rain ~ Weep ~*~ Harm not my sanctuary, lest I weep, For here is where my heart doth rest, My weary body sleep. Tis here I close my tired eyes, Replenish here my soul And find within my stirring depths The truth that makes me whole. … More Harm Not My Sanctuary, Lest I Weep
~*~ Aren’t you going to write something? I don’t know what to write about. That’s awfully rich for someone with a head full of words. You keep telling me you see things to write about all the time, and yet you can’t put pen to paper? I can’t explain it. It’s easier said than done. The … More Baa … d
My heart leaps. What could this exotic woodland gypsy possibly mean? She doesn’t stop to explain, but continues her slow march through an archway of Sumac and into the thicket with the noble Chiron by her side. This twist in our encounter intrigues me. My power to resist squelched. Chiron has shot his golden arrow into my heart … More Lost and Found … Part II
Prompt: Late summer. You’re wandering, lost in the woods. You come across a gypsy wagon, and you call out…”hello?” ~*~ “Hello! Is anyone there?” The Gypsy Vanner stands quietly beside me. Such a docile giant I’ve just found wandering lost in the woods. I give him a gentle pat on his strong yet soft piebald neck, his … More Lost and Found
~*~ “Oooh, will you look at that! Look at what she’s wearing?” Ethel did as her sister bade and turned to see Poe’s bride sashaying formidably down the aisle. “I say, isn’t that a treat, then?” exclaimed Ethel with some enthusiasm. “Whad’r’ya sayin’?” moped Mable. “It’s ‘orrendous!” “What are you saying, you myopic mad woman? This is tremendous! Dark … More It Takes All Kinds
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 