Yesterday was Douglas's 69th birthday. It is stressful trying to find gifts for him. This year, he wanted a "unusual" hat to take to Italy in May. Needless to say, I didn't know what that meant, so I ignored the request, until yesterday. While having breakfast, I suggested going to find him a hat. Not... Continue Reading →
You Do It!
Johnny and Kathy, penniless, as usual, walked down the street, headed for the game room. As they passed the alley between the bakery and the flower shop, Johnny spotted what he thought was a pile of old clothes. But, when they went over to investigate, they found a man laying on his stomach, seemingly not... Continue Reading →
It Gets Lonely at the Top!
The neon glow enveloped the city built by and for corporations. From a distance, it appeared as if a rocket from outer space had landed in the midst of the desert. From the balcony of his penthouse suite atop the tallest building, George Haskins, five feet and seven inches, blond haired, with the bloated face... Continue Reading →
Kammie’s Oddball Challenge,
I saw this restaurant in Spain. Douglas had been a missionary for three years in Kenya, so because it was named "Africa," we went in, thinking we would get African food. But, there was not an African or African food. We ate burgers. Posted for Kammie's Oddball Challenge, March 28, 2019.
Multitasking Works!
I follow so many blog sites, at last count 297, that most days I don't have the time to read all of them. I value each one of the blogs I follow, and each provides me with a plethora of benefits. But, between writing blog posts and taking are of the other aspects of my... Continue Reading →
Finding Love in London: 50 Word Thursday
Sitting in the very top seats at the orchestra, Carly could hear the music and singing just fine, but she barely could see the conductor. The program tonight was music from Andrew Lloyd Webber. She loved all of the songs, for they reminded her of the time she had visited London? It was 1997, and... Continue Reading →
Never Too Late:Genre Writing Challenge #25
I decided to try one of the genre challenges from The Haunted Wordsmith, epistolary fiction, stories constructed from a series of letters between characters). May 25, 1980Dear Jennifer,I am writing to apologize for the way I treated you ten years ago, when I insisted on an annulment of our marriage. When the doctors said that... Continue Reading →
Overcoming Storms
Life is like a highway, ever spread out before us. Storms come, blocking our way towards our goals. Some are so intense that we think we cannot survive, But, the highway eventually clears and progress unfolds. No highway is free of obstructions, problems, and obstacles. A soft life is not one that teaches endurance and... Continue Reading →
Who Wants My Thingamajigs?
Elise has been packing up her house, getting ready for the big move to Atlanta. She doesn't want to take anything that has not been used in the last five years. These include items received from well-meaning relatives and friends, many of which are mysteries regarding what they are supposed to do.The problem was how... Continue Reading →
Growing into Beautiful Me!
It's 10:30 in the morning, and I am sitting on my bed looking out at one of the three trees in our front yard. Two weeks ago, there were buds, as the tree awakened from it's winter nap. Then, the sweet white flowers bloomed, covering the yard and street in white, when the winds kicked... Continue Reading →