The Sunday Post: On Mother’s Day and Writing

Happy Mother’s Day! It’s ironic that on my first Mother’s Day since moving closer to my children I didn’t see either of them today. I’m not complaining though. My oldest was out of town for a wedding and I spent the weekend at her place taking care of the pets. I heard from my youngest…

Savannah Smiles

Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…

Wednesday Worries

Maybe they’re not so much worries as ruminations, but Wednesday Worries rolls off the tongue a little better. Must be the alliteration. I’ve been sitting on my couch for about an hour now, not really doing anything productive, when there are at least a few things I could be doing. I have a crochet blanket…

The Sunday Post: Habits

I wasn’t sure what the first Sunday Post of 2021 would be about. New year, new start? A review of 2020 or resolutions for 2021? Think I’ve been doing that all along and already made a few promises to myself for 2021 in earlier posts. As I knew I would, I’ve been all over the…

Wednesday Wisdom

“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.” C. S. Lewis This evening after my work day ended I looked around me and I liked what I saw. I have a view of trees from every window in my new little apartment. It’s almost…

The Sunday Post: Gray Skies

Woke up listening to the rain on the roof and the sound comforted me. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in and the sound of rain always seems to make that even cozier. But it was still early, not even seven yet, and I was awake. I’ve been waking early these days and can’t get back…

The Sunday Post: Shooting for the Stars

Last Sunday I found a website that generates random photos. These photos are from various sources, but they’re free to use, and are intended to provide a little artistic or writing inspiration. This is the photo that caught my eye: I wrote a story, a very short story, inspired by this dog, imagining what he’s…

The Kettle

It sat there, nearly empty, gathering dust.How long had it been since its last steep?We washed and restored it, got rid of the rust.Could it stir us from our long winter’s sleep? We filled it up to the brim and turned on the flame.Soon we topped off our cups with its steamy stream.We went back…

Meh (or a look back at 2019)

Remember when I claimed to be back at this whole blogging thing? Three posts in one year doesn’t make for a prolific blogging year, does it? I had good intentions, but I’ve spent the last three months with balls of yarn on my lap, a hook in my hand, and my head down as I…