Story Number One: Hot Rollers I got rid of my hot hair rollers. The ones that made beautiful bouncy Farrah Fawcett style curls. The ones I used in the seventies... Then later in the eighties for "big hair." Even early in my teaching career I used them. So I took these hot rollers to Good … Continue reading Good Will Stories
The prompt is "Highway" and my thought went S T R A I G H T to this song. 1979. I am a senior in high school. My best friends older brother works at a music store. He has his cassette tapes in a locked case. We pick the lock and rock out to AC/DC's … Continue reading Highway
"What's her name?" People ask when they meet my cat. "Ummm...." We stammer a little, does it make us bad owners that we don't have a name for her? "Kitty, her name is Kitty." Which isn't entirely the truth. When my daughter was much younger she named her the same name as her friend who … Continue reading No, She Doesn’t Have a Name
This song. Talk about the soundtrack of my life... I was seriously obsessed with it in the nineties... pretty much anything by the Cranberries, such a big fan. But this song in particular became a part of who I am, that and Zombie. Why? You can just feel the angst and the Irish in her … Continue reading Linger
The year was 2008. That is an important detail in this story. It was 2008 and we had just looked at a couple of houses on the water. It was little disheartening. Most were too small, too weird or too much money. Finally our tireless realtor, Marna showed us a house that was big enough … Continue reading Buying a House and The Butterfly Effect
1 John 3:17 17 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? I woke up, grabbed some coffee and read today's prompt, OPEN. I thought, "Easy. That will be easy." Finished up morning chores, scanned FB and saw … Continue reading A Little Help?
29th poem in the month of April. Prompt: Tantrum. We put on music And cleaned the house. Placed tulips in the vase Open a good Bottle of red. Set the table With our best Open the door And invite Guests in. Sitting on the deck, Sipping Gin and tonics, Watching the waves And boats The … Continue reading Poem #29
A poem a day in April! This is my 27th poem. Ever. A Notable achievement if I don't say so myself. (Do you see the prompt there?) It is a lovely afternoon We promise the dog To go for walk And find ourselves On the docks. The docks A favorite place For a sunny walk … Continue reading Poem #27
Because April is poetry month... A poem a day. (I do get that this is sappy, but it is what kept floating to the top of my mind, today for poem #3. I couldn't make it go away.) Weston Sloppy wet baby kisses Sticky hand on my cheek Wondering eyes, Wide and curious. Rosy Cheeks, … Continue reading Poem # 3
Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom. Suddenly, I am home again.