100-Word Story: Pogo Stick

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

A 100-Year-Old Person: The View from Kindergarten

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.

Feeling Wretched Leads to Grousing and Posting

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

100 Words: Nothing But Gray

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the prompt. ***** Nothing But Gray Paul stood, hands in pockets, looking out. She's set four places again, he thought. And she sits in a different chair now, doesn't talk, just looks out the window at nothing but gray stone. She brought in a covered dish. … Continue reading 100 Words: Nothing But Gray

The World in Solemn Stillness

We're watching, one more time, It's a Wonderful Life. Clarence Oddbody, AS2 (Angel Second Class), aka Henry Travers, is showing George Bailey, aka James Stewart, how his hometown would look if George had never been born. In a couple of minutes, George will learn that, because he never existed, his wife, Mary, aka Donna Reed, … Continue reading The World in Solemn Stillness

Memorial Day 2013: All My Boys

My grandparents, Mary and Marshall Barrow, had four children. My grandfather had been certain that each prospective baby would be a boy, but he ended up instead with four daughters. One evening shortly before his death in the spring of 1940, he was lying in bed, listening to a radio broadcast of news of war … Continue reading Memorial Day 2013: All My Boys

The World in Solemn Stillness

We're watching, one more time, It's a Wonderful Life. Clarence Oddbody, AS2 (Angel Second Class), aka Henry Travers, is showing George Bailey, aka James Stewart, how his hometown would look if George had never been born. In a couple of minutes, George will learn that, because he never existed, his wife, Mary, aka Donna Reed, … Continue reading The World in Solemn Stillness

Vida Woodward Waller

The woman on the left in the photograph above is my father's mother, Vida Maud Woodward Waller. On the left is his father's sister, Jessie Waller Meadows. The photo was taken, I believe, sometime before 1910. Aunt Jessie lived to be nearly ninety, so I knew her well. I didn't know my grandmother. She died … Continue reading Vida Woodward Waller

Day 33: Thinking

Last August I wrote about one of my muses in My Cousin Ruth's Statuesque Leg. Yesterday afternoon, Ruth slipped into a coma. While we're waiting for her to wake up, I think about bunk beds and horses and camping; and sledding down an icy hill one Christmas in Independence, Missouri, and running into a parked … Continue reading Day 33: Thinking

…considering what you have to work with

My mother told a story about the first time she hosted Thanksgiving dinner in her own home. She'd laid out the china and the crystal and the sterling and the silver gravy boat my grandmother insisted every married woman must have (even when the married woman was going to live near an oil field where … Continue reading …considering what you have to work with