Ugh. Another daily prompt that is Glaring me in the face reminding me how many days have stacked up like 20 dishes in the sink. Twenty words I didn't write about. I wish I could think of a Spicy story involving a Carousel that goes around as we Amble thru life. But, alas, I can't think… Continue reading Don’t remind me.
Okay, in case I didn't say this, my sons are Walking Dead Heads. They love the show and keep me in the loop of who died, who cried, and who they wish would just get bit already. We like to tear the show apart and say what we would do in the event of a… Continue reading Storming the gate
Have you ever walked among the dead? I mean to really spend some time getting a feel for them. I enjoy walking among them, or rather, walking over them. The grass under my feet hides the 6-foot gap of separation between me and the decaying discarded shells. Many times in my life I have lived near… Continue reading Life on the Dash
Happy summer solstice! It's all downhill from here! In the longest day of the year its easy to forget the darkness of winter. And on the shortest day of the year--- December 21, it's easy to forget the bright light of summer. I like to think of these two days, the longest and the shortest,… Continue reading It’s all downhill from here.
"Jarren, turn off your game, and get ready for Church." I said in passing as I was putting my shoes on. "I don't want to go." I hear him holler from his room. "Why? I thought you liked youth group." "It's boring. I don't hear anything from God, and I don't even think He is… Continue reading Turn down the volume
"If it isn't Nutty Naughty Nasty Natty." I had to laugh when I heard this greeting. My god-father hadn't said those words for 25 years. I had grown up and had long ago moved passed the crazy nick names of childhood. Or so I thought. It started as "Natty ding batty" most likely before the… Continue reading Walking through land mines
"You can't be your mother's daughter." My aunt said as I sat with a pile of tarnished silver and a bucket of ashes. I laughed. My mother came from a very wealthy family in Chicago. Whenever my mother was being naughty my grandmother would say, "Sharon! Polish the silver!" A task she hated. That angst… Continue reading I like it rough