Photo from Jasmin Chew @Unsplash In that liminal space from childhood and adulthood, A young person considers maneuvering the world alone. Butterflies tumble in her stomach at leaving her tribe, But the tendency is to stop childish things and act grown. Looking into the greatness of the evening sky above her, Her smugness at acing... Continue Reading →
My husband wished me a happy MLK Day this morning, and then proceeeded to ask me if I thought that hate is a natural part of us. I was taken aback, because Douglas is the most loving of people, and I don't remember ever seeing him show hate for anyone. When we finally met face-to-face... Continue Reading →
Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood over them like a general surveying maps. She prepared to teach her beloved students. She was tenacious in her teaching, so that her children were educated, in spite of the virus or snow. Zoom wasn't the best... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt The owners, Maeve and Thomas, could have made more money, but they refused to deviate from being open only from Friday to Sunday. The rest of the week, they enjoyed their lives and baked the mouth-watering pastries and breads they proffered to customers who gathered together to... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Jonathan Michael was his name, Cheating at cards was his usual game. But, one day while on unfamilial terrain, The din for his head was so plain That today he is a man truly changed. Written for Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Cards. Fandango prompt is Din. Word of the Day... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store and left with just one thing. She knew that the shopkeepers were wondering how anyone could spend so much time in a store to only buy one thing. But Jaime had been cloistered as a child, kept away from other children, always in... Continue Reading →
“I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.” Ginny was explaining to her friend, Leah, about her decision to not marry a man whom she didn't love. Yes, Keith was rich and outgoing, and marrying him would certainly be seen a a great thing for her, as her mother continues to remind her... Continue Reading →
I remember once thinking that I would never have a message to share with the world. I thought that being born in the poorest part of town meant that you would always be there, among people who looked lost and dejected, their only salvation found in a bottle of bourbon, or, when the income tax... Continue Reading →
I had to sit the world down to keep breathing. Since I was a little girl, I tended to absorb, just like a towel, the hurts of others. I found carrying the pain and sorrow of others the most desirable aspect of a life that seemed to have no other value. I would hug the... Continue Reading →
It has been nearly 18 years since I learned to drive at age 50, and yet, before yesterday, when it rained hard, Douglas would take me to work. So, I had never really driven in a hard rain. The one time I found myself in a downpour, I was able to pull into the local... Continue Reading →
