Dust Bowl memories strewn like weeds in her mind’s eye bloom as fragrant buds Image credit: Pisauikan@ Pixabay Sometimes the muse strikes hard! Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challengefor the beautiful photo. That smile!!! She immediately struck a very specific chord in my mind and heart and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for (unwittingly?) providing the perfect… Continue reading memories bloom
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 Or do you believe that it’s about time they were rescinded?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)?!
an oncoming storm harbinger of future doom echoes history Double thanks today--to Sue for a fabulously inspirational photo and to Fandango for the perfect companion word (history). Visit their sites for more writing and the rules of the game.
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
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*
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
It’s been over a week since we returned home and I’m finally finding the time and energy to write my last entry for the epic ROAD TRIP. If you missed the first three editions, you can find them here Calling All Boots and here Two Days Before Dawn and here Alarm Bells I'll wait why you check them out… Continue reading Finally! It’s the Road Trip Epilogue
Can we do it?! The Road Trip Triangle (as mentioned in previous post) had begun! Back to back: 613 miles and then 627 miles We shall see ... Day one began before dawn as we turned onto the highway--just a bit behind schedule-- at 6:08AM! Eleven hours later we arrived in Birmingham after enjoying one… Continue reading Two Days BEFORE Dawn
my broken heart bleeds flowing red where once it throbbed a drum’s waning beat Word of the day (heart) courtesy of FOWC
In a stroke of random good luck, Deneen Wyman's name was passed onto me by a reader. They thought that Deneen was an interesting woman doing some fantastic things to help empower young girls and maybe the Green Bench Monthly would like to talk with her. And boy oh boy they were right! She was… Continue reading People of St Pete: Deneen Wyman