{{I know. Another re-post. It’s just that Christmas and work and events and Angry Birds. Also, I just love watching people and so character sketches will always have my heart. I hope you re-enjoy this one…}} We sat near the back fence framed by hammered mirrors and garden spiders; she was on her 24th…Continue Reading
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A Charming Thanksgiving Tale
I walked into Jimbo’s, armed to the gills with my new turkey knowledge, ready and confident to order a bird that would adequately feed 12 adults, four kids. “One pound of turkey per adult, one-half pound per child,” I repeated over and over like a neophyte’s mantra. “I can do this, I can…Continue Reading
So Close, A Re-Post
{{I’m re-posting this again from more than two years ago because I’ve recently had cause to think of my daughters, who they spend time with, and how I can “guarantee” they will always be safe.}} I was 15 and working at a gift shop in a charming restored early 19th century village. I often…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #133: The First Sentence
Last Thursday, I attended a friend’s White Elephant gift exchange, and stole the most perfect gift ever: The Writer’s Toolbox. I have to tell you: It was touch and go there for awhile. I very nearly resigned myself to not owning this most fabulous piece of magical wonder, but then as luck would have it,…Continue Reading
Dust Clouds, A Re-Post
{{A re-post, for many, many unspoken reasons.}} We loved dive bars, the old geezers, dollar drafts, gummy pool tables. Most weekends, we’d visit somewhere else, the earlier, the better, and make new best friends with the characters who peppered the naugahyde. There should’ve been plaques above each seat with the names, bronzed and indelible.…Continue Reading
“The Room”
Most days, I choose not to look inside and close “the room” to general viewing. If someone forgets to pull the door shut, I, unprepared for the vicious assault on my senses, cringe as I walk past, and pretend it doesn’t exist. Just doesn’t exist. It’s a figment of my imagination, a portal to another,…Continue Reading
The Peacock
I am re-posting this…because I think of her from time to time…Like now. First, she introduced us to the man on her porch. Resembling an Orthodox Jew with his black hat, and beard — also black — he shuffled away in knee-high sports socks and Adidas gym shoes. Next, she welcomed us into her…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #132: Scintillation, in the Family Way
Courtesy of my friend, Paul: Today’s creative writing challenge should you choose to accept it, is to: Write an everyday, “boring,” straightforward activity as if it were p$rn. Make it scintillating, but not too p#rny. We’re a family blog over here at San Diego Momma. HA HA! I make me laugh. …Continue Reading
Decluttering, Euphemistically
Just re-posting this…because HOLY TIMELY… Just checking in to say that my husband and I are not divorced yet. Oh, it’s OK, probably. I’m crossing fingers that we will weather Project “Tidy House in Sequence Beginning (with) Large Obvious Wrecks & Stains” (THIS BLOWS), also referred to pseudo affectionately as the “The Huge Intrepid,…Continue Reading
Perspective
It took me three days and eight grocery store trips to shop for Thanksgiving. I made five lists, lost four, and retrieved the last from a hapless garbage toss. I’ve searched the Internet for homemade stuffing recipes dozens of times because I forget which bread I’m supposed to use, switched the turkey cooking method to…Continue Reading
Sh$t My Dad Makes
So I talked to my dad today. And this is funny because he is funny in a gruff Shit My Dad Says way, and whenever I talk to him he makes me laugh. Usually without meaning to. Did I ever tell you the song he taught us kids when we were young? Stay…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #131: Of Odes and Such
First of all, let me publicly apologize for not PROMPTly responding to your submissions last week. I plan to in the next few days. I always love what you write and want to savor and digest the posts, and not rush through and lose the flavor. (I am hosting Thanksgiving this year, and have eating…Continue Reading
