I don’t even know why I call these posts ten things of thankful anymore – I’ve long since given up listing or counting anything. I suppose it’s because that’s how it began and it’s how we continue to identify with one another. This is a great little group we have here and that comfortable identity is…Continue Reading “TToT – Complications”
She stretched herself out and waited to feel herself floating, noticing the fading light and the chill of the light breeze skipping across her skin. She began to sink slowly, the breeze and all sound disappeared as the surface broke, then closed again overhead. Darkness grew ever closer, rushing up from below to meet her even as…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – Beneath the Surface”
The smell was exactly the same as it was forty years ago – the doughy comfort of freshly-baked bread and crescent rolls mingled with the sugary sweetness of coffee cake, shoo-fly pie, and the best cream or jelly-filled doughnuts ever made. Instantly transported through time, I was seven years old standing with my cousin, noses pressed up…Continue Reading “The Bakery”
It’s a good thing I didn’t make a New Year’s resolution to post here more. Somehow I got out of the habit of delivering any finished product to this page. It’s not for lack of ideas or inspiration; I have a ton of things drafted and scribbled in my notebooks. They somehow just don’t make…Continue Reading “Hello. It’s Been A While. (A Ten Things of Thankful Post)”
I did it. I entered a short story writing competition. Yes. I. Did. I’m not sure what I was thinking, exactly, other than maybe “why the hell not?” And so I did it. At the last possible second, of course, right up against the deadline. But anyone who knows me at all will not be…Continue Reading “So I Did a Thing…”
I’ve never been good at sleeping.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had trouble sleeping for one reason or another. Maybe it’s time to just admit I’m a lifelong insomniac. But whatever the cause, I often find myself awake at night when the rest of my immediate world is asleep.
I’d love to tell you something lovely and romantic like “I’m a writer; of course when I can’t sleep at night I get up and write all the things that swirl in my head.”
But that’s not true.
Well, sometimes it’s true. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I do have things swirling in my head that beg to be written down and won’t give me peace until I acquiesce to their urging. But other nights I can’t sleep because the words don’t come and I worry if they ever will.Continue Reading "My World at Night"
There would be no battle today. Try as he might to muster the troops, they were slow to form this morning and did not show face; they knew there was no real penalty for showing up late, aside from the steep one he would impose upon himself for failing to make them comply. But that was…Continue Reading “Reveille – A Six Sentence Story”
Walking into the market always felt like coming home. As soon as she stepped through the swinging double doors, her feet knew precisely where to go. For the last fifteen years, they walked the same path, stopped at the same favorite vendors, and never really wondered why – maybe her mother walked the same path…Continue Reading “The Market – A Six Sentence Story”
She hated the smell of Christmas. Once upon a time, though, that wasn’t so. Christmastime had always provided a heady mix of memories, happy evenings spent listening to the pop and hiss of the fire as it warmed the room and all within it, breathing in the woodsy outdoors of a sledding day brought into…Continue Reading “The Scent of Change – A Six Sentence Story”
It was the grayest kind of day. It was the kind of day when the sky presses low upon the earth, urging its denizens into attentiveness – every sound just a bit louder, a bit closer, the outlines of the everyday carved into distinctly sharper focus against the backdrop of something…unfamiliar. A ceiling of clouds…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – An Unkindness”