Month: June 2018

Karma for Snobs?

The day Miss Vivian was thrown off her high horse, people didn’t look so small anymore.   – by C. Dennis-Willingham

Is Bias always Bias?

If you live in the United States of America, you know what happened. If you don’t, let me recap. This is our current sitting president, Donald J. Trump. image credit Some people like him. Some people loathe him. This is Sarah Huckabee Sanders. She…

Learning Why I Wander

I wonder why I wander in this forest thick sans light how the birds can fly above it all peering down upon this “sight.” What must they think of us below – – this self-discovery mass – who struggle dusk to dawn each day…

Keeping An Eye Out

The human course, it often baffles – the politics, ego, discord – who wants the giveaways of maniacs? No, they can keep their judgement raffles. But if something makes our bellies churn the core, an apple rotten, then curious it makes our eye perhaps,…

The Peach Stand

Sweat puddles and drips down to her seven-year-old feet like the ice cream will soon do. A sweltering Texas summer. Grandpa grins through his cigar, proud of his summer income. Peaches in boxes and sacks. Peaches in crates lined up on tables beneath his…

Grab a Lifeline

  The link to the above image is also a good article.

Before Amber Alerts

She was told how fun it would be to watch the parade in small town Fredericksburg, Texas. “Exciting for a four-year-old.” “Look at that float!” “Carolyn, do you see the clown?” No. All she saw was the backsides of wiggly people in front of her….

Maybe Tomorrow

She chokes on the water and knows what she needs. A concession stand with vending machines. A flimsy cup no bigger than the size of her small hand drops to the tray and is filled with soda, carbonated water, and ice. A Bruce’s fried pie…

What?

No longer publishing writing prompts? How am I supposed to find inspiration without my word guide? I mean, how can I truly think up a word all on my own? After all, words are scarce and hard to come by. I rarely see them,…

THIS IS NOT MY BRAIN ON DRUGS

This is Mary Jane.   She is a paper doll created by Milton Bradley Co. in the 1950’s. This is me, created by Mom and Dad in the 1950’s. This is Paper Doll Me created by, well, me a few days ago.  Why a…