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National Day on Writing
The hardest part of any project is getting started. Stop saying, “tomorrow” and start today. Happy National Day on Writing (U.S.)
Temporary Freedom
Over the summer of 2020, while we had been advised against traveling or having social-gatherings; I put my summer to good use. I had some pretty new cabinets put in my house. Well, used but new to me. We had a social distance paint party to get them ready. I have amazing friends. It wasContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
Breaking In
One Sunday, I’m hanging out with *fam-ends. As the day wounds down, I run to my house to take fresh dry laundry off the line and care for Chico, my little dog. I finish my tasks and head back out. In typical me fashion, I have my hands full. I stuck the key in theContinue reading “Breaking In”
Heads Up
The first thing I do when I get home is to take my dog to the bathroom. As we head out, walking down the driveway to the yard; a vehicle is driving past. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this black object flying straight toward me. The projectile wizzed by me. YeahContinue reading “Heads Up”
New Earth
2,030 marked the first human mission to Mars. Scientists were on this trip; people who were in charge of setting up the first ever base camp. Ground Y had already launched two BFS’s (Big Florida Spaceships) to Mars, full of cargo for the base camp. Earth held its collective breath as the big crafts landedContinue reading “New Earth”
Chico
What the Stank?
Sleep is a welcomed friend. I need it so. My mood. My body. My spirit it mends. Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro. I wake with my eyes pouring water. My nose is on fire. My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder. I am drowning in the mire. Breathe, breathe,Continue reading “What the Stank?”
Scaring Yourself
I love darkness. It’s calm, peaceful and relaxing. I enjoy it even more after I got my dog. When things go bump in the night; if they are scary things, he’s on it. Barking like the world is coming to an end. If it’s nothing, he never moves. He’s been an added level of comfort.Continue reading “Scaring Yourself”
Rakin’ the floor
The other day my best friend calls me and asks, “what are you doing?” “I’m rakin’ the floor.” “What?” “I’ve tracked in so many leaves taking Chico to the bathroom that I’m havin’ to rake the floor.” She paused for a moment before erupting in laughter. 😂 Authors note: fall in Kentucky, love it. 🍁
Poetry & More 