Did I really just write hour 18 – without typos? Yes, hell yes I did. Clearly, I’m in pretty good shape – which is awesome! I have loud rhythmic jazz blaring into my ears and I think that is partially to thank for the wonderous…

Just Be Still, and Listen… Come, sit here with me awhile. No need to speak, little one. No rush. Listen to the hush. I have stories true to tell.

(for hour 18—from the hour 11 image prompt)   Honeybees   Crafting questions to question my talent (or lack thereof) Vibrant colors could cover inadequacies in technique and mixing of medium   Buzzing bees bring a smile reminding me of dragonflies checking a child’s coloring…

It was my first Christmas in California. I had met him just a few months prior to that night. He seemed so sweet, and so quirky at the same time. And seeing someone else, of course. That’s always the way it is in my life….

It really has become a chore. The shopping, the cooking, the baking, awkward moments, and obligatory snarky comments. Wouldn’t it just be nicer to avoid everyone and go away for Thanksgiving? YES! Imagine the ocean, a sparkling cerulean blue, crashing waves, salty air and a…

Christmas sucks. I loved Christmas as a kid. I was conditioned to hate it.   Angry men. Possessive men.   Tantrums with blown out candles and spit on my car. Joy only with permission. I don’t want to remember the past.   Not at this…

Dear one with the silver hair, Your baby days are past, and all your children gone. But you are not a shriveled husk, some dried nut whose life is done. You wear white hair like a badge of glory. Bravo! Only those who burned in…

Crouching and watching Gracefully stalking vermin Please don’t viral meme me

The soft padding of paws  slip through the jungle growth,  pushing aside dinner-plate leaves  and pressing Crayola flower  in the sponge below them.   The mirror glow above a scenting nose  is all the warning given  as the crouch becomes a leap  and a heartbeat…

I sit at the type writer. Words come from my finger tips. Short quips and poor rhymes. Beautiful love poetry and sad lines. Odes of my life and sonnets for Rachel. The same songs with a new tune. I am sitting here. Pretending I am…