This Day

This Day

Snow falls soundless.

I listened. Continue reading

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Fully Past and Gone

This was written for Friday Fictioneers. My first of the New Year and hopefully one of many more to come. Many thanks, as always, to the wonderful, inspirational Rochelle.

Fully Past and Gone

It’s New Year’s Day, and the beach is crowded with revelers celebrating this gift of warm, windless sunshine and spring temperatures. Continue reading

Swirling Carousel

Deep Dream Generated by Sascha Darlington

I cannot explain why life lately feels more than ever like I’m on a whirling carousel, as if I can’t get a grip on all of the things I’m supposed to do. Usually I have lists and my brain would typically arrange, but this year my brain feels a bit more inert, which I find scary. Continue reading

Details

Dad always called my daughter, Natalie, an “old soul.” Maybe because she’d listen to his old Julie London and Frank Sinatra records and knew those lyrics better than most of the contemporary music or because she read the poetry he liked, could recite Donald Hall and Pablo Neruda (in Spanish), and even wrote her own poetry that was spellbinding in its ability to discern truth and display a keen knowledge of nature. Continue reading

Sophie Stella Early Days

The questionnaire asked me about the best dog I ever had and what could be improved. That felt a little like someone asking me to choose my favorite kid. My favorite dog and what would make him better? I listed my dogs and what I loved best about them. Each was a miracle in their own way. All simply wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary, and loving. Continue reading

Her Family of Cultures

This is the last Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge until November 1. (Then it’s NaNoWriMo, yikes!)

As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been struggling a bit with the writing and getting organized, however, that has been going on for around a year 😉 . Perhaps it has something to do with mars being in retrograde? (I’m kidding, it has everything to do with me and my own orbiting around the sun.)

So we were supposed to write about a parade of nations. Here is my effort. Continue reading

Life in the Rearview Mirror

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

 

 

Life in the Rearview Mirror

I see our cabin in my rearview mirror, where it can’t possibly be. Continue reading

Chasing Life

SPF July 8 2018 (2 of 1)

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Chasing Life

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

The Continuity of Life #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

The Continuity of Life

When I was a child, those narrow planks of wood, steps to the summer cabin, signified the ending of the day. Each evening I begged for more time. The irony doesn’t escape me now. Continue reading