Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
I was never a “convertible person.” Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Buggy. Windy. Nope. Not for me. But … I had to admit, I looked good. Red was definitely my color. A horn blasted and I shifted my gaze to the truck also reflected in the store window. Resisting the urge to… Continue reading Red is Definitely My Color
All around me, conversations swell. I understand little but instead of seeming cacophonous, the words soothe. They distract from my reality until the prosecco dulls the pain. Then the old woman who runs the osteria stands over me, “Ciligie”? Seeing the cherries shakes me from my stupor. She continues, “Devi rimanere per La Notte… Continue reading Un’altra notte rossa
before evenstar after the glow of the day life’s final flicker Image courtesy of Casey Horner-Unsplash Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje at Keep it Alive. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/25/what-do-you-see-144-july-252022/
Variations on a Theme Always say yes even when you mean no Never say I won’t when told it’s time to go Never raise your voice when told you have no choice Always choose the right path even when you have no voice Always stay the course as you walk that chosen path Never show… Continue reading Advice for the Girl’s Life: Variations on a Theme
I already learned about fractions. Like half a dollar is 50 cents? No. One slice is one quarter of a pie? No. “Thanks to Hamilton our cabinet’s fractured into factions … breaking down like fractions.” History: check. Thanks Broadway. Thanks to Sammi's Challenge to use FACTION in a 39 words story and to… Continue reading Today’s Home School
Negative vibes deleted. Love magnet available. Thanks to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (delete) and Linda's SoCS Challenge (magnet) for today's inspiration.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her. But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her. And then there… Continue reading a better day
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
Tina Stewart Brakebill 