When I was a child, my family lived across the street from a couple whose daughter, Denise, was almost three years old. Denise had blonde hair her mother put up in a curly little pony tail. She was as cute as a bug and as bright as a button, but not as sweet as pie. … Continue reading N Is for No: #atozchallenge
Two witches stand over a boiling cauldron, one stirring, the other sampling the brew from a spoon. And the stirrer says to the sipper, "I only use local children." If Shakespeare had been a locavore, he might have written this. Or not. Eye of tot, and toe of tad, Lambkin's hair, and lip of lad, Nipper's nose, … Continue reading Eye of Tot and Toe of Tad…
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. I heard them talking. Daddy said, She wants a pogo stick. Mama said, She has enough presents. Santa brought a pogo stick. Daddy smiled. Sturdy. We went outside. Mama frowned. Don't fall. She's fine. Daddy lifted me on. I bounced. The pogo stick didn't. Daddy frowned. Spring's tight. You're … Continue reading 100-Word Story: Pogo Stick
Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the prompt. Screams pierced the air. The woman dropped her trowel and raced across the yard. “What happened?" Pushing through a ring of children, she lifted the crying child, examined the swelling lip. A Greek chorus erupted. “--wasp--” “--hydrant--” “--stung--" “Lisabeth, I told you not to drink from the hydrant.” Then, … Continue reading 100 Words: I Told You–
The petting zoo has come to BookPeople! Consequently, the average age in the coffee shop--aka my office--is considerably lower than usual. I estimate it at approximately two. Normally I filter out noise and activity to concentrate on writing. The ability to hyperfocus is a gift. Today, however, what's going on around me is more interesting than … Continue reading Petting Zoos, Methodists, and Misbehavior
What does a 100-year-old person look like? For their 100-day anniversary, kindergarteners were asked to come to school dressed as 100-year-olds. This Aged P. is a member of my family, but, as is obvious from our respective photographs, I am considerably younger than she.
I feel lousy! Oh so lousy! I feel lousy, and frowzy, and a fright! And that's the truth. My whole body, except for my brain, is out of commission. My brain is set on Grouse. To the widest audience I can find. I've already told my niece and my great-niece, through Facebook, what I think about … Continue reading Feeling Wretched Leads to Grousing and Posting
I dragged through yesterday because I'd stayed up late the night before, finishing Susan Hill's novel The Woman in Black. I'd planned to get to bed at a decent hour but made the mistake of turning one page too many and, as so often happens in cases such as this, all was lost. I couldn't stop reading … Continue reading Ghost Story Late at Night