Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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
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
solitary hope in the crucible of fire the world made over Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge and to Frank's haiku challenge for the inspiration.
stars shine as they pass till the sun rises anew breaking the night’s hold Assuming I can figure out how to post anything with the block editor WP forced on me .... Thanks to Sue's Write Photo Challenge for a beautiful photo inspiration.
Nothing could have prepared Sue for the surge. She had always known she was different but this …. This was more than different. This was some freak level stuff. She could feel the agitated hum of the crowd as they realized something wasn’t right. And then a shift. Subtle at first. Agitation turning into fear.… Continue reading Nothing
somewhere far from now we’ll wake to dance again blissfully alive Day Two: Once again, choosing to look for hope in the midst of everything. We'll see how long this lasts! Thanks to Fandango's WOTD Challenge (somewhere) and Sadje's What Do You See Challenge for the inspiration. Photo credit to Joel Valve- Unsplash.
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting
secrets locked away a heart forever frozen tarnished memories Thanks to Sue for hosting the #writephoto challenge and for her beautiful photo inspiration.
“Five hundred bucks! You can’t spend that much money on a balloon! It’s crazy.” “It’s our anniversary babe. No expense spared. Plus I had some money put back. Don’t worry. We’re golden.” It had only been a month but she’d see. It would be perfect! Then she’d say yes. We’d be together forever. I… Continue reading Up Up & Away
revealing secrets etched by times past and present the veil has fallen Thanks to Tales from the Mind of Kristian for today's word prompt (fallen) and to Sue for the beautiful photo of partially veiled hills.
