More Senseless 1st World Problems
I keep breaking my nails. If you’re thinking this… …you’re wrong. It’s more like this: I went to the website using this picture, but whatever language it’s written in looks like hieroglyphics… Continue reading
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Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Weird weather
Yesterday, my son advised me that the Atlanta area is experiencing tropical storm conditions. Atlanta? Really? What’s next, an Earthquake in Oklahoma? At this very moment — 3 in the morning — one… Continue reading
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June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking… Continue reading
Writer’s Doldrums
Inside the creative mind is a sea of possibilities. I have, at present, hit the red line that has sucked the wind from my sails. Like the belt around Earth 5 degrees… Continue reading
Poetry : An Ode To Friendship
Finishing Line Press has published my son’s newest book of poetry! I’m trying to convince him to publish a poem on my blog at least once a month. If you’d like to see… Continue reading
99 word prompt :
June 10, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a new way to office. Has the office changed? Can we return to normal after big changes or… Continue reading
Why I was kicked out of the senior center
I live in a small town and work in a building next to the senior center. At one time, yoga class was at 3:30 on Mondays, and the number of people attending had… Continue reading
Spiraling
Lately, my brain has been spiraling. It’s caused by a multitude of first-world problems hitting at one time (sort of like breaking all 10 fingernails and you can’t find the clippers because your… Continue reading
Devilish
We all have our devils whispering into our heart, minds and ears. Or do we? What about that lame explanation — the long awaited “disclosure” from the US government that told us the… Continue reading
Missing cat
Chilly Coon Kitty is missing. He’s rarely away from my desk. I’ve walked around the property, called his name, and…nothing. Not a “goodbye”– or a “why the hell aren’t you feeding me?” swat… Continue reading