Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Mom always hated grandma’s house. She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!” Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing. Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to… Continue reading Keeping it Real
Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end! 279 characters Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn's Place… Continue reading The Annual Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Caper
my heart is willing as it drums a feisty beat but woe fills my mind This little ditty was written for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 124 #SynonymsOnly This week’s words are game (willing and feisty) and trouble (woe). Find the rules here.
again we say yes vowing our love till the end and promise I do This is dedicated to my partner of 33 years and counting. He is my rock and he has my heart. And thanks for the word inspiration to Ronovan Writes.
Scalding to the touch Infatuation burns hot Scorching all reason After five (5!!) really long days of moving, it feels good to take a short break, turn my back on the mess behind me, write a haiku, and read some blogs. So thanks for being here blogosphere! And special thanks to One Daily Prompt and fandango for the… Continue reading Infatuation
Maclin knew this day would come. As far back as their stories could be traced, this had been the way of things. When a cub reached puberty, they left their mother’s protection and went far into the woods towards the sea. Staying away until they had completed their entire first cycle—alone. It was required. As… Continue reading Transformation
a promise broken (like the bouquet of a rose, as sweet as sugar, veiling the sting of the thorn) leaves a bitter bite Inspiration for today's tanka comes from Ronovan Writes and Sue's Photo Prompt. Sorry to Sue for taking her beautiful photo to a bit of a dark place, but that's where the combo of sugar and… Continue reading The Bite of a Rose
I aimless and sleepy you idle the day away gathering wool thoughts II wool-gathering thoughts to spin daydreams for blankets indulging your mind III to indulge your mind and gather woolly respite will sustain your soul This 36 word ode to the awesomeness of idle thought is inspired by Sammi's weekend challenge to share our thoughts on… Continue reading Wool-Gathering in Three Parts or an Affirmation on Day Dreaming
Looky there! Do ya think someone’s sleeping in that wigwam thing? It’s not a wigwam. It’s a tipi. Tee Pee. Wig Wam. Pig Sty. Whatever. Don’t whatever me. They’re not the same thing. Wigwams are curved. And they’re hard to move. Who cares! I do! People are too casual with facts these days. There’s no… Continue reading The Tipi
we speed to the end unaware of the magic held in the moment Thanks for the inspiration to Linda and her JusJoJan challenges! And to No Facilities for the word prompt. I took some liberties and used "testify" as an idea (bearing witness) not the actual word. Thanks also to Ronovan Writes for the words magic and man, which… Continue reading Bearing Witness to the Folly of Man
