Slated for the Shadows

  If I lay my hand
Flat against the surface,
Palm down
fingers dipping in the salty wetness,
I can almost feel her moving.

And if I hold my face to the wind
I can almost feel the 
wisp, the whiff, her breath
Against my cheek,
tiny droplets fine and silky.

I can hear her breathe,
See her disrupt the
Silver surface and
I can watch the … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows

Birthday Gifts

It's my birthday!  Last night as I drifted off to sleep I tried to remember birthdays from my past.  From when I was a kid and others.  And it was hard. When I was kid, birthdays were simply not a big deal.  Yes.  There was cake, my Mother always baked a cake, but there was … Continue reading Birthday Gifts

Gravina Morning

It is Friday and it is going to be a sunny day.  I find it hard to drag myself to work, I want to watch the busy busy business outside my window.  Planes and boats and clouds and sunshine. Watch the sun slowly warm Gravina Island outside my window. I stay a little Longer, drink … Continue reading Gravina Morning

Perfect Peppered Steak

(The prompts: Peppered Steak, smirk, eclectic) When I was a child we rarely ate out.  Sunday meal were huge pot roasts we ate for days, meals were hearty, healthy and unremarkable.  Sorry mom.  But they were.  If my dad was working and it was a summer day, my mom might drive through McDonald's for burgers … Continue reading Perfect Peppered Steak

Woodland White

  Woodland White Birch bark Cool against my skin Papery, peeling Scars dark. Delicate branches Stretch towards Slate skies. Unseen, Tangled roots reach down, Frigid anchors In an icy ground. And it is hard For me to fathom As I rest my cheek Against the smooth Frosted skin of The birch That inside - -Somewhere … Continue reading Woodland White

Little Birds Fly the Coop

Yesterday someone asked what it was like to be an "empty nester."  One of those poor, frazzled people who have a kid in elementary, middle and in high school.  I just smiled and said, "The freedom."  That is what we like the best, the freedom to do pretty much anything.  Go away for a weekend?  … Continue reading Little Birds Fly the Coop

Buying a House and The Butterfly Effect

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

The Play’s the Thing

(Prompts: Setting, Loath, Compatible, Play) Summer break is ending and I am loath to return to work.  I would find it much more compatible to stay home and play, but I must return to the school setting in two short weeks.  (Done.  All prompts in those two sentences.... ta da!) Seriously though, where did this … Continue reading The Play’s the Thing

Welcome Back

It is only August 4th.  There are still weeks of summer left.  Of summer, of morning spent reading and writing blog posts. Of sun, of relaxing afternoons reading escapist novels.  Thrillers with no no literary merit - the kind that suck you in and you read in a day.  But something about this rainy Saturday, … Continue reading Welcome Back

What We Hide

With a hand on each elbow, the “kids” walked Marcy down to the yacht club. It was a lovely night, the moon shone on the water, and lights from the boats twinkled merrily. It was Marcy’s 80th birthday, and she had a secret. After toasts and well wishes, birthday cake nothing but crumbs, Marcy stood. … Continue reading What We Hide