Pretend that you’re not a shy writer who
Relies on solitude and a radio station with a classical
Orchestra to hear your muse and to
Muse about your characters, like a lonely cat and an Continue reading
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The Dollar Bill
I hate department stores. I don’t use the word “hate” lightly. The empty vastness of material nothingness; the bright lights spotlighting our greed; the vapid noise of elevator music and high-pitched meaningless laughter.
Thus, when my daughter suggests I go with her and my 11-year-old granddaughter for a girls’ day of shopping, I respond immediately:
“Of course. I’d love to.”
Broken Glass
I pull on my Keen’s and yell to my guy, “I’m off to the post office and CVS.” The day is as glorious as a soft silhouette, so no car-choring for me. I’ll walk instead.
But as I stroll on the side road near our home that leads to a busier, 2-lane street, something glints in the middle of the narrow road. Bright, shiny sharp light found only from shards of glass. Continue reading
Would You Rather . . . ?
Would you rather sit on a soft sandy beach and read as the surf roars near you, or would you rather hike a snow-capped mountain and reach for the stars at the top?
Jill Weatherholt, well-known romance author and one of the friendliest bloggers on Earth, interviewed me with even better Would You Rather questions over on her website. Won’t you hit the link and go see what questions she came up with? They’re clever and fun and prompted me to be (perhaps) too honest in my answers!
https://jillweatherholt.wordpress.com/2019/09/28/welcome-author-pam-wight-wouldyourather/
Back in the Day . . .
Back in the day, we didn’t take buses or drive in a car.
We walked.
Back in the day didn’t matter if our school was a distance far
We walked
Back in the day whether rain or shine, snow or sleet
We walked
Back in the day we depended on one thing only, our feet
We walked. Continue reading
