It’s hot, one of those sultry steamy days in the south where the sun caresses rather than sears.
The neighbor boy ambles up the street, dressed in long dark jeans and a blue thermal jacket zipped to his throat, like a turtle ready to disappear. He smiles shyly as he passes. Like his parents and seven siblings, he won’t speak to AnneMarie unless forced, not anymore. The world has become “them” and “us.” Continue reading →
All of this before me. The shorn off mountain, devastation. A woman tossing peanuts to a ground squirrel next to the sign that prohibits feeding of wildlife. Laughter. Selfies. Children giggling, fighting. A man dropping trash. A couple groping while sitting on the stone wall. Continue reading →
Look at me! I got my story done early today! Woohoo! 🙂
BTW, all of these stories have been fiction. While I may steal one bit from my own life, as writers tend to do, these have all been fictionalized accounts. Thank you as always for reading. If you want me to pop by and read a particular posting in your blog, please put the link in the comments and I’ll be there. Happy Thursday, y’all!
An hour ago, you were hiking a trail in the Grand Tetons, clicking pictures of Lake Jenny. Back in the car for the drive to Jackson Hole, your sister-in-law begins applying nail polish. You lower the window because there’s little else to do. She’s been argumentative for days, and you’d rather not endure her bluster further. Continue reading →
I am finally losing my mind. I thought I posted this an hour ago, but here it sits. So forlorn in its lack of publishing. 😦
This is kind of an addendum thought to last night’s question as to whether you had planned your A to Z. Last year, I had written down the theme for each letter. It worked for me. I may have written it that day, but it helped having the theme before me. This year, argh, I don’t know what’s up. Later tonight, I should sit down and do a “place” for the remaining letters because today was agony trying to come up with an “i.” I even considered doing something out of the ordinary, like imagination. Because imagination is a place, isn’t it? 🙂 Sigh.