History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Is that wallpaper moving or have murder hornets invaded (my mind)?!

Today, Fandango asks us to consider whether we think it’s premature for states to be lifting the stay-at-home, shelter-in-place, and social distancing restrictions? Or do you believe that it’s about time they were rescinded? Once they are removed, how quickly are you likely to resume living your life as you did in the pre-pandemic days?… Continue reading Is that wallpaper moving or have murder hornets invaded (my mind)?!

Haiku & Other Poetry, History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

like sheep

Like sheep we follow Ignoring the other’s cries Till they come for us After this past week, I fear (even more than I did before) for the survival of our democracy. When we allow the president to act outside the law, how can we claim to be a nation of laws. When we actively persecute… Continue reading like sheep

History, Random Rants, Travel, tutto e niente

Lightner Museum in St. Augustine: Through the Looking Glass and into a Wonderland?

Looking to escape the worst of a summer that will not end, we decided to head north; hoping that four hours of drive time would translate into at least twice that much in degree difference. Spoiler alert: It didn’t! Hit with a short-span heat wave that coincided directly with our trip, it was sweltering. Ugh.… Continue reading Lightner Museum in St. Augustine: Through the Looking Glass and into a Wonderland?

Haiku & Other Poetry, History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

on adverbs and outrage

truly, madly, deeply … a song truly, madly, deeply … a movie (with Alan Rickman!) truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs to be avoided if you want to be a “real” writer (according to conventional “wisdom”) truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs that inadequately qualify and/or modify how truly,… Continue reading on adverbs and outrage

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Her Silent Secrets

  It had been sixty years since she had stood on that pathway but her mind struggled to contain the same flood of emotions she had felt on that last night. Fear. Shame. Anger. Grief. Such bottomless grief. Emotions unleashed unwanted memories They shouldn’t have done it. They had no right. She didn’t belong to… Continue reading Her Silent Secrets

History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Women: We Get Things Done

Between the sell/buy/move chaos and my current haiku obsession I’ve neglected to share links for some of the stuff I’ve been doing for my day-job. I may go back to some prior months in the days to come, but for today I’m going to stick to this month's work, which (somewhat ironically) means I’m stepping… Continue reading Women: We Get Things Done

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Dearest John

May 30, 1893 Dearest John. It finally arrived. I was scared that it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday but it came on the train yesterday. Daddy will be angry but there’s nothing he can do about it now. When I saw our names together I fell to my knees. I love you… Continue reading Dearest John

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

buon viaggio*

It happened every time. It was like a gift that kept on giving. It had been more than fifty years but every time Peter saw the damn thing it felt like yesterday. He could still feel the shame of that moment. Susan knew this. But she still insisted they all go to the Ringling Museum… Continue reading buon viaggio*

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Harpers Ferry: Destiny Calls

Daddy used to make me listen to the speech. I’d pretend to be bored but I always got goosebumps when he’d exclaim “to mingle my blood further with the blood of my children, and with the blood of millions in this slave country.” It reminded me I’m not just any Brown. His blood runs in… Continue reading Harpers Ferry: Destiny Calls

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

The Final Scavenger Hunt

This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing. Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that… Continue reading The Final Scavenger Hunt